CHAPTER 45: CHAPTER 45: YOUNG MADAM, DO YOU WANT TO KILL THE YOUNG MASTER?

On the other side, Hailey Smith looked at the now-unconscious Godfery, continuing to stay on the call with her brother.

"Bro, is it really okay to take Godfery to First Hospital in this condition?"

Basil Smith calmly replied, "It’s too late to go back to the Imperial Garden now; First Hospital is the nearest. Once you arrive, go straight through the VIP passage, take Godfery to the VIP ward, and don’t let anyone in. I’m heading over with people right now."

"Okay, hurry, bro. Godfery is bleeding continuously."

"Hmm..."

Hailey Smith stayed on the call the entire way to First Hospital. After settling Godfery, she didn’t call a doctor, only instructed the director to prepare all the medications and surgical tools needed for an emergency, then waited for Basil Smith to arrive.

It wasn’t long before Basil Smith arrived with his team; heaven knows how fast they drove.

The people Basil Smith brought quickly surrounded the VIP ward, guarding it tightly—not even a fly could get in.

Inside the ward, Basil Smith changed into sterile clothing.

Godfery’s injuries weren’t too severe, but he had lost a lot of blood.

Because of Godfery’s coagulation issues, once injured, it was difficult for him to stop bleeding.

Years ago, during one incident, the out-of-control Godfery, not trusting anyone, left immediately after being injured.

By the time they found him, Godfery was bleeding incessantly, nearly beyond saving.

For the glass shards embedded in his abdomen, Basil Smith was extremely cautious during the extraction process, holding the scalpel steady, treating it with the importance of a major surgery to prevent further bleeding.

Meanwhile, Amelia Wright had also arrived outside the hospital.

Looking at the hospital, which seemed like a monster, her heart tightened.

Hamilton asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Amelia Wright shook her head, "I’m fine. You don’t need to follow me anymore. Go deal with the racetrack issues. If I learn again that you’re gambling with your limbs or your life, I’ll cripple you myself."

Although Amelia had the appearance of a high school underclassman, Hamilton sensed she might truly mean it if he messed up again.

"Hey, you have to tell me your name or how would I find you next time."

"Amelia Wright. I’ll come looking for you later," Amelia said and turned to run into the hospital.

It was the first time she had entered a hospital since her rebirth.

All at once, cold sweat began to break out all over Amelia Wright. The omnipresent smell of disinfectant in the hospital triggered an uncontrollable stress response in her body.

The pain was like the kind she had when deeply afflicted by cancer in her past life—every inch of skin and every strand of flesh and bone ached.

Her back was soaked with sweat, her face as pale as a sheet, yet her steps did not falter.

Until she reached the outside of the VIP ward that Basil Smith had mentioned and was stopped by someone.

Amelia Wright gasped for breath, like a fish nearing suffocation, "How... how is he?"

A confidant of Godfery Shaw answered, "Young Madam, you can’t go in right now, Basil Smith is operating on Godfery."

At the mention of surgery, Amelia’s face turned even paler, and she waited outside with the watchers.

She didn’t know how long she could withstand this intense stress reaction but wanted to hold on until she could see Godfery to be assured.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly for Amelia in pain; it felt like a century had passed.

Finally, the door to the ward opened, and Basil Smith emerged in sterile clothing.

Seeing the blood on Basil’s gloves, Amelia clutched her clothes tightly.

Basil gave a few instructions to the people guarding the door and walked toward Amelia, "Young Madam, come with me."

Amelia’s steps were already beginning to falter as she followed Basil to the adjacent ward.

Once the door closed, Basil spoke, "Young Madam, do you intend to kill Godfery?"

Amelia stiffened and shook her head.

Basil’s tone became colder, "You knew upon marrying into the Imperial Garden that Godfery could not get hurt. You even promised not to harm him again, but look at what happened—the fire! The racetrack!"

The pain made Amelia’s vision blur. She shook her head instinctively; she hadn’t meant for this to happen, she didn’t want it this way.

She opened her mouth to explain, but it was as if she had lost the ability to speak—no words came out.

Basil continued, "I know you didn’t cause Godfery’s injuries directly, but it’s undeniable that every time he gets hurt, it’s related to you. Young Madam, continuing like this will kill Godfery!"

Amelia gasped for air, on the verge of suffocation.

This was the last thing she needed to hear at the moment.

Kill someone?

Hadn’t she already caused her parents and brother’s deaths in her past life; must she also end Godfery’s this time around?

"Young Madam, Godfery treats you very well, and you should be aware of it. If you don’t want to harm him, please think of him before doing anything. If you can’t even do that, I hope you leave him for good, never to return!"

Amelia staggered back a step.

She truly had been causing Godfery harm all along.

Yet she had never wanted this outcome.

Whether it was in the fiery chaos with the Wright family or at the thrilling racetrack, she could ensure her survival, only ever risking mild injuries—she never cared if she got hurt or not.

But both times, the injuries she should have sustained were taken by Godfery instead.

Why would Godfery do that? She could no longer understand this new Godfery.

Leave forever?

"Can I... see him now?" Amelia’s voice was as weak as that of a severely ill person.

It made it impossible for Basil to continue saying harsh words.

"You may, but Godfery hasn’t woken up yet. If you wish to apologize, you’ll have to wait until he wakes up."

There was something Basil didn’t say: once Godfery awakened, in an emotionally volatile state, he, as the second young master, would be even less likely to let Amelia see him.

Amelia went to the ward.

The smell of blood and disinfectant in the ward was even more potent, causing Amelia’s face to grow even paler.

She looked at Godfery, unconscious on the hospital bed, and whispered, "I’m sorry."

Basil watched inside the ward, unsure of what the Young Madam intended to do; if it was merely an apology, Godfery, in his current state of unconsciousness, couldn’t hear it anyway.

After apologizing, Amelia suddenly picked up a small pair of scissors, likely used for cutting around Godfery’s wounds.

Basil had a bad feeling, and his eyelid twitched.

The next moment, Amelia held the small scissors and forcefully cut a wound on her palm.

Basil exclaimed in shock, "Young Madam, what are you doing?"

Blood dripped from Amelia’s palm onto the ground. She looked at Basil, answering seriously, "I hurt him; I’ll pay it back."

Basil was so shocked at this moment that he was nearly speechless; is this how one pays it back?

At that moment, Basil suddenly understood that the problem lay not only with Godfery; the Young Madam’s mindset clearly had issues too!

And they were severe!

Who, after hurting someone, would pay it back in such a manner?

Yet Amelia felt there was nothing unusual about this way of repayment; she hurt you, then paid it back with her own pain—entirely reasonable.

In these times of pain and remorse, she had become quite unlike a normal person.

Moreover, the stress response, that suffocating pain, also prevented Amelia from thinking clearly.

Basil immediately left the ward to get some gauze and medicine.

Amelia walked to the bedside, looking at the unconscious Godfery, and softly spoke: "Godfery, why have you changed? Wasn’t it better when you kept your distance like in our past life? With how you are treating me now, for someone like me who’s never been loved, what if, what if I can’t help but get close to you? I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist pulling you down to hell with me..."