CHAPTER 65: CHAPTER 65: YOUNG MADAM, HOW CAN YOU BE SO HEARTLESS TO THE YOUNG MASTER

Godfery Shaw’s entire aura paused, has Amelia run away?

On the day of their grand wedding, he already knew that she had many secrets and was not as weak and easily bullied as others thought. His suspicions were later proven correct.

Upon hearing about Amelia’s escape, a hint of gentleness unexpectedly appeared in Godfery Shaw’s eyes.

He unhesitatingly took the responsibility upon himself: "Uncle, you’re too kind."

"Hmph! The Shaw family’s stance has been conveyed, be wise for yourself!"

The call ended, and the destructive aura around Godfery Shaw dissipated a bit.

He just sat on the sofa in the hall, waiting for Amelia to return home.

But after returning home...

The next meeting would be a separation.

When Amelia, exhausted and not daring to pause, rushed back to the Imperial Garden, she found that there was no sign of tension there.

As if they didn’t know she had been kidnapped.

Holding Emily Allen’s hand, she entered the Imperial Garden and saw Godfery Shaw sitting on the sofa in the hall.

Seeing Godfery Shaw safe, Amelia breathed a sigh of relief. She was just about to talk about what happened that day, worried that those people would be unfavorable to Godfery Shaw.

However, before Amelia could speak.

The man on the sofa, cool and aloof, glanced at her and said, "Let’s get a divorce."

Amelia was somewhat caught off guard, unable to wrap her mind around the breadth of this topic.

Hadn’t he forcibly brought her back, refusing to divorce?

Why suddenly agree?

Godfery Shaw cast a cold glance at Emily Allen and then looked at Amelia with disdain, "Things that have been touched by others, I don’t want them anymore. This child resembles you in five ways; do you really think I’m a fool?"

Amelia was honestly a bit stunned. She looked at Emily Allen, who didn’t resemble Alma Cooper at all, almost like a miniature version of her brother. Her brother already looked a lot like her, so naturally, the child resembled her.

What did Godfery mean by that?

Did he think Emily Allen was her illegitimate child?

When they were together that day, she tore Godfery’s wound, the blood on the sheets—no one knew if it was Godfery’s or hers...

Amelia initially wanted to explain but suddenly paused as she recalled her original intention.

She had originally planned to leave, and Godfery was willing to divorce; that was even better.

Amelia’s expression gradually turned cold as she calmly said, "Fine, let’s divorce."

Godfery lounged on the sofa domineeringly, as if indifferent to the situation.

But the slightly trembling fingers almost betrayed his inner repression.

She agreed so easily, was she so eager to leave?

Yes, she was meant to leave from the start.

When he wanted her that day in a state of loss of control, she was so disgusted and wanted a divorce, originally not planning on coming back.

He forcibly brought her back.

It was he who insisted on entangling things.

Godfery half-closed his eyes, hiding any affection he felt, appearing impatient: "Move out of the Imperial Garden now, find a time tomorrow, we’ll get the divorce settled."

The Shaw family in the Capital City is capable of anything.

The sooner Amelia leaves, the safer she’ll be.

"All right." Amelia agreed straightforwardly and reminded him once: "Those people who followed and kidnapped me might have been targeting you; be careful."

This life truly has many differences.

In their previous life, after five years of estrangement and detachment, they neither got close nor divorced; Godfery never even touched her.

This life, the unexpected encounters sped up finding Emily, and these things became a trigger for their separation.

So be it; their separation is better for everyone.

Amelia’s attitude was too indifferent.

Godfery’s close people looked at Amelia with some resentment.

The young master was so good to the Young Madam, how could she agree so easily?

Why couldn’t she hesitate for a bit and try to save the relationship, it was truly too heartless.

How heartbroken must the young master be right now!

Nobody could see Amelia’s emotions.

But Emily somehow sensed Amelia’s sadness and quietly held her hand tighter.

Amelia went upstairs and packed her things casually.

Most of the things in the Imperial Garden were not hers. When she came, she had nothing, and upon leaving, there was no need to take anything. But for reasons unknown, she took with her the shirt Godfery wore that day.

At the door of the villa, Amelia suddenly stopped.

Godfery, who had been sitting on the sofa, tensed up inside.

Was she about to say something?

If she wanted to stay, could he really refuse her?

Amelia’s tone was faint as she spoke: "The person you took from the bar that day, hand him over to me."

Godfery’s heart went rigid, surprised it was just because of this.

Godfery closed his eyes, seemingly too tired to speak. He waved his hand toward Hailey Smith, who was not far away.

Hailey immediately came forward: "Young Madam, we brought the person back from the hospital and locked him in the Imperial Garden. We can hand him over to you now."

"Take me there, and don’t call me Young Madam from now on," Amelia said coldly.

Hailey was stunned, immediately looking back at his young master, who sat resting with his eyes closed, showing no reaction.

Hailey then led Amelia out to the basement located at the back of the Imperial Garden.

The man with burn scars on his face sat in the corner.

The basement light turned on, and when the burn-scarred man looked up and saw Amelia, fear immediately filled his ugly face, even though he was already leaning against the corner, he unconsciously tried to back away.

Amelia walked over with a smile: "Don’t worry; I won’t do anything to you. In fact, I should thank you, otherwise, I wouldn’t have found someone so quickly."

Listening to Amelia’s chilly words, the person shrank further back as if terrified.

No one knew what exactly happened that day, causing this man to be so afraid.

Amelia crouched down, looking at the man levelly, her voice lazy and seductive: "Help me with a small task, and I’ll let you go, how about it?"

"Wh-What is it?" The voice of the burn-scarred man trembled.

"Whoever sent you to harm me, you naturally need to report back to them! Of course, since he tricked you into provoking someone you knew you couldn’t handle, it wouldn’t be wrong to seek some revenge, don’t you agree?"

The burn-scarred man looked at Amelia with fear, feeling that this woman was more terrifying than the fire that nearly burned him to death before.

He didn’t hesitate at all and nodded immediately.

At this moment, all he wanted was for this woman to leave quickly; he would do anything.

Amelia nodded with satisfaction: "Give me your phone, let’s arrange a meeting with him first."

The burn-scarred man immediately handed over the phone, without any hesitation selling out his employer: "The first one in the contacts, noted as ’sponsor,’ we met at Cloudtop Cafe."

Amelia was satisfied with his cooperation and understood why news about the child had some connection with the Cloudtop Cafe in the previous life, it turned out that the Wright family arranged meetings there.

Amelia used the phone to send a message: "The task is done, reply at the Cloudtop Cafe, 8 PM tomorrow."

After sending the message, Amelia returned the phone, saying lightly: "You know what to do, right?"

The man nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes."

Amelia said to Hailey Smith: "Let him go."

Hailey worriedly asked: "Just let him go like this? What if he doesn’t listen and doesn’t do as you said, Young Madam?"

"He’ll follow my instructions," Amelia said with a smile, reminding Hailey again: "I said, don’t call me Young Madam anymore."

The relationship with Godfery needs to end cleanly; such entanglement benefits no one.

Hailey inexplicably felt sad for the young master.

He couldn’t help but remark: "Young Madam, how can you be so heartless to the young master!"