CHAPTER 81: CHAPTER 81: THE TRUTH DOESN’T MATTER, WHAT MATTERS IS HIS ATTITUDE

Hailey Smith felt that things were developing beyond his expectations.

Thinking that he was the one who called the Young Madam over, Hailey shrunk his neck.

No one dared to make a sound as they watched the scene unfold.

An abandoned woman from the Shaw family.

The newly engaged fiancée of the eldest young master.

The eldest young master definitely wouldn’t let Amelia Wright off for his fiancée’s sake.

Evelyn Dawson’s sobs seemed to urge everyone.

Emma Lewis struggled hard but couldn’t break free and cursed, "You, Dawson, tell me honestly, did you crash into me or did I crash into you? Damn it, who’s responsible for your injury?"

Evelyn looked frightened: "I... I can’t clearly remember how we crashed, but you... you’re fine."

Emma was so angry her eyes turned red: "So what if I’m fine? That’s because I’m quick on my feet. You’re weak, and that makes you right!"

Evelyn covered her face, her big, moist eyes looking innocent yet scared.

Emma was unharmed, but Evelyn’s face was covered in blood. No one believed Emma.

But Amelia believed her.

Emma’s character was such that she’d admit it if she did it.

Originally, she thought Emma accidentally hurt someone and was ready to take responsibility.

But she didn’t expect it wasn’t the case.

Could someone really harm others with such pure eyes?

Ava Wright’s calculations, Marsh Smith’s ambitions—these could be detected in their eyes if observed closely.

But this Evelyn Dawson, Amelia initially thought she was genuinely spotless.

So clean that Amelia envied her.

Turns out it was simply that her malice was better hidden, just as dirty as hers in essence.

Looking at the wound on Evelyn’s face now, Amelia also noticed something.

The wound looked frightening but was actually shallow; it wouldn’t even scar after a month of healing.

In her panic, she was careless, yet with Godfery Shaw’s astuteness, he couldn’t possibly not see through such feminine tricks.

Amelia looked up at Godfery Shaw: "Eldest young master, I don’t believe you can’t see the truth of this matter. What do you intend to do?"

Evelyn stiffened slightly upon hearing this, her hands hidden in her sleeves clenching into tight fists.

Godfery Shaw was turning a utility knife in his hand, ruthless: "Heh, hurt my fiancée and still ask me what I plan to do?"

Amelia’s heart sank, suddenly understanding that the truth didn’t matter.

What mattered was Godfery Shaw’s attitude.

He wanted to protect his fiancée.

Amelia looked at Godfery Shaw, her gaze gradually filled with disappointment.

To Godfery Shaw, meeting those eyes made the sharp utility knife in his hand feel like it was stabbing into his own heart.

He wanted desperately to take the pale person in front of him into his arms, to protect her at all costs, to tell her that he believed in her.

But in the Imperial Garden, the third uncle of the Shaw family from Capital City had come to Riverwood.

He wanted to see firsthand whether Godfery Shaw could ruthlessly eliminate weaknesses.

Godfery Shaw subtly glanced at Hailey, then swiped the utility knife in his hand towards Amelia’s face.

Everyone’s eyes widened.

Evelyn couldn’t help but smile at the corners of her mouth.

Emma struggled frantically.

Amelia’s heart throbbed with pain. She had anesthetics on her, possibly even poison, and she could act.

Yet she stood still, not even blinking as Godfery Shaw’s knife approached.

Come on, cut off her foolish heart with one stroke, sever the emotions once and for all, leaving only the debt of a past life.

However, the anticipated pain never came.

Hailey rushed over and knocked the knife out from Godfery Shaw’s hand.

Amelia was bewildered.

Why would Hailey defy Godfery Shaw?

Hailey already shouted out, "Why should Emma be blamed for injuring someone, it should be the young... lady’s fault!"

Everyone was still wondering what was with this young lady.

Hailey added, "Of course, punishing Emma isn’t right either, she’s the woman my brother likes. Eldest young master, you protect your fiancée without distinguishing right from wrong, without asking about the origins of the matter, casually punishing people. Are you still the discerning master I knew?"

Hailey’s action shocked everyone present.

Emma forgot her anger for a moment.

Basil Smith was directly taken aback, what woman he liked?

Godfery Shaw looked at the utility knife on the ground, his expression terrifying as he glared at Hailey: "You are questioning my decision!"

Hailey, looking fearless as if not afraid of death, walked over and kicked Evelyn in the abdomen. "I can’t stand women like her anymore. What right does she have to become the mistress of the Imperial Garden?"

Evelyn screamed, this time not faking it, but truly in pain, tears streaming down.

No one expected Hailey to suddenly attack Evelyn.

Godfery Shaw swiftly attacked Hailey, dislocating his arm.

Hailey’s forehead was sweating from pain, thinking that this hardship wasn’t easy to act out!

The eldest young master was obviously pleased with his kick, yet showed no mercy in his actions.

Godfery Shaw spoke coldly: "In consideration of the years you’ve been with me, I’ll take one of your hands. Now get out of the Imperial Garden!"

Hailey gritted his teeth: "Fine, I’ll go. You’re not worthy to be my master anymore!"

Hailey rushed over and kicked away two bodyguards restraining Emma.

The bodyguards were originally under Hailey’s command and dared not resist at all.

After being freed, Emma immediately ran to Amelia’s side.

Amelia just stared at the utility knife on the ground.

The kindness Godfery Shaw had shown her before seemed like an illusion.

Now, with a different woman, he could still protect her in countless ways.

She, like every other woman, held no irreplaceable status in his heart.

The Shaw family needed a mistress; it didn’t matter who she was.

Why did she have to realize all this after her heart had moved?

Why after she became pregnant?

Why was that knife not swung down?

She couldn’t sever those stirring feelings in her heart; she still felt pain.

It’s okay, it’s okay.

She wasn’t afraid of pain at all.

After all the suffering, this was just another pain.

Hailey left in a fit of anger.

Emma held onto Amelia’s hand and followed.

Evelyn clutched her stomach, unable to speak from the pain.

She wanted to say that it wasn’t like this! Her face was injured; Amelia and Emma should be the ones punished.

But why did nothing happen to those two, while she was kicked again?

Godfery Shaw, looking displeased, ordered someone to take Evelyn for treatment.

At this moment, no one cared about this minor conflict among women; what they cared about was the defection of the Shaw family’s eldest young master’s confidant!

After exiting the Imperial Garden, Amelia said, "You guys go ahead; I’m a bit tired and need to rest for a moment."

Right after saying that, Amelia’s body wavered and she fell.

Emma, startled, quickly reached out to catch Amelia: "Amelia, what’s wrong with you! Please don’t scare me!"

Amelia’s weak voice came through: "Don’t make noise, I’ll take a nap; please take me back to No. 32 Old Town."

"Alright, alright, you nap, I won’t make noise, I’ll take you back now."

Amelia slowly closed her eyes.

Looking at how calm and quiet Amelia seemed, Emma just felt immense sadness, enough to make her want to cry.

Amelia was too heartbroken, and facing those heavy eyes only conveyed sorrow, yet she wouldn’t cry.