CHAPTER 79: CHAPTER 79: HOW COULD SHE POSSIBLY HAVE A CHILD

Amelia Wright kept her eyes open, her gaze calm and lifeless.

It really seemed like she was committing suicide.

She shouldn’t have fallen for Godfery Shaw; she didn’t deserve a carefree life.

She could only struggle in the burning resentment that consumed her; her life had ended long ago, living only for revenge.

Yet, in the depths of the canyon, where no one could see, Amelia’s eyes finally revealed a hint of sadness.

There was no longer any entanglement between her and Godfery Shaw.

Until the bungee jump ended, and her feet touched the ground again.

Amelia suddenly felt a nausea from being weightless, and she squatted to the side, dry retching.

A pulling pain in her abdomen left her face ashen.

The staff quickly approached: "Ma’am, are you okay? Shall we take you to the hospital?"

Amelia shook her head, clearly unafraid, her emotions hadn’t fluctuated much, yet her body and mind seemed starkly contrasted.

Amelia refused.

But the sudden pain and weakness made her lose strength.

Upon hearing the word hospital, Hailey Smith couldn’t hold back anymore, disregarding being noticed by the Young Madam, ran over directly.

Seeing Hailey Smith, Amelia fainted.

"Young Madam, how are you!"

"Young Madam, don’t scare me!"

In anxiety, Hailey had already forgotten the prohibition against calling her Young Madam.

The staff panicked as well: "Sir, don’t block us. We’ll take her to the hospital."

"Get out of the way, don’t block the path!"

Hailey, not caring about giving offense, picked up Amelia and ran.

The Young Madam must not go to the hospital, or else the consequences would be severe.

But given the Young Madam’s current state, she definitely needed a doctor; Hailey planned to first take her back to the Imperial Garden.

Quickly loading Amelia onto the car, they sped back to the Imperial Garden.

Unclear how long she’d been unconscious, Amelia gradually awoke, finding herself still in the car.

She didn’t know what was happening with her body, but she knew it couldn’t just be the unease after a bungee jump.

Nausea, abdominal pain, Amelia’s face suddenly changed.

She reached out to feel her pulse.

She had indeed learned traditional Chinese medicine, but had never had the occasion to use it.

When she understood her pulse, Amelia’s fierce gaze turned somewhat blank, her whole body quivering slightly.

A child?

She must have been out of practice, surely her self-diagnosis wasn’t accurate.

How... could she have a child?

Seeing Amelia’s strange state in the rearview mirror, Hailey comforted, "Young Madam, it’s okay. We’ve arrived at the Imperial Garden."

At the mention of the Imperial Garden, Amelia lowered her hand from her pulse, her heart tightening.

The car door was already opened, and Basil Smith had obviously gotten the news, waiting at the gate.

At this moment, another Rolls-Royce drove into the Imperial Garden.

In the car sat Godfery Shaw and Evelyn Dawson, with reporters trailing behind.

Godfery and Evelyn got out of the car together, with reporters taking photos incessantly.

Godfery, being courteous, didn’t shoo anyone away.

Seeing the car ahead, Godfery just assumed it was Basil and his company, not paying much attention.

But from Evelyn’s angle, she could clearly see.

The woman in the backseat was Amelia.

Why was she at the Imperial Garden?

Evelyn watched as Godfery’s cronies, who usually treated her cordially like a guest, gathered nervously around Amelia.

Evelyn gritted her teeth.

When Amelia looked over.

She suddenly reached out and linked arms with Godfery.

Godfery’s eyes darkened, but with reporters snapping away, he resisted the urge to break Evelyn’s arm.

Once the engagement party news and Evelyn’s stay at the Imperial Garden got out, Amelia would be safe.

He had to endure.

Amelia was somewhat dazed.

She felt more pain in her abdomen.

Amelia directly instructed Hailey in the driver’s seat, "Get out of the car."

Perplexed, Hailey got out, and in the next moment, Amelia climbed from the back seat to the driver’s seat, locking the car door.

Hailey whispered urgently, "Young Madam, what are you doing? Your condition isn’t good. Let’s go to the side hall first. Let my brother examine you. Rest assured, we’ll block anyone from that side from seeing."

Ha, hide from disgrace, huh?

No need.

Amelia stepped on the accelerator and left.

Basil gave Hailey a sharp look, speaking coldly, "If you don’t speak, no one will mistake you for a mute."

Hailey hadn’t realized what he had said wrong.

With reporters present, they couldn’t openly chase.

Amelia drove back to Old Town, number 32.

Stumbling into the room, she slammed the door shut.

Slumping to the ground, leaning against the door, hands covering her abdomen, trembling uncontrollably.

How could she be pregnant?

Today Godfery was getting engaged to someone else, and she was carrying his child.

Amelia shut her eyes tightly, tears sliding from the corners.

Her life really was a mockery.

After a long time, Amelia got up, her face pale.

In a corner of the bedroom, she had a cabinet filled with various traditional Chinese medicines; she prepared a decoction to stabilize the pregnancy.

After brewing the medicine and drinking it down, Amelia lay back on the bed, and as time passed, the abdominal pain gradually subsided.

Amelia caressed her abdomen, her expression desolate.

Someone like her, how could she deserve a child?

Yet after today’s turmoil, the child was still there, perhaps it was destined by fate.

This child was the only thing she had, something of her own.

It was the only thing she had in this world, aside from revenge.

She should keep this child.

Being apart from Godfery Shaw didn’t matter, as long as he didn’t know.

Amelia gave herself countless excuses to keep the child in her womb.

She selfishly didn’t think about the future.

So selfish.

But if she wasn’t a little selfish, she feared she wouldn’t make it...

After calming her emotions slightly, Amelia called her teacher, striving to keep her voice steady, "Teacher, I’m not convenient to pick up the child today. Could Emily Allen stay overnight at Ink Manor?"

"Of course, Ink Manor is big enough to accommodate for several nights. Little disciple, are you okay?"

"I’m fine."

After hanging up, Amelia fell into a drowsy sleep.

The Godfery Shaw’s coat had become her new pillow.

Uncertain of how much time had passed, a door opening woke her. Amelia opened her eyes to see little Emily Allen standing at the door.

Amelia was startled, "Emily! Why are you back?"

Emily looked guilty, mumbling, "I wanted to come home."

"Who brought you back?" Amelia looked behind Emily but saw no one.

"I came back myself."

The little one hung his head even lower, hesitant to step forward.

Amelia sighed; she had forgotten that Emily’s tendency for introversion wouldn’t allow him to willingly stay at Ink Manor. He’d be afraid of being abandoned.

She beckoned to Emily, weakly saying, "It’s good you came back, Emily. Your aunt is sick. For the next few days, I’ll trouble you to take care of me."

"Aunt, what’s wrong?" Emily immediately forgot his guilt, hurried to the bedside, earnestly stating, "I’ll take good care of Aunt."

This child is like that.

In his heart, there’s no sense of security.

No matter how you say you’ll protect him, he remains anxious.

But with Amelia needing Emily’s care, Emily surprisingly felt secure, for in caring for Amelia, he was always needed.

After Emily returned, Amelia reassured her teacher and fell into a deep sleep again.

But with little Emily by her side, it broke the bleakness a bit.