CHAPTER 102: CHAPTER 102: DISFIGUREMENT

Ava Wright seized the chaos and squeezed into the crowd.

She wasn’t a reporter, so no one noticed her as she moved toward Amelia Wright behind Edward Allen.

In the jostling crowd, Ava tossed a vase towards Amelia, then lunged at her, the sharp ceramic shard she’d prepared in her hand aiming for Amelia’s face.

Amelia sensed a shadow rushing at her. She looked up, and her eyes, still simmering with anger from the earlier conflict, were ablaze.

She saw the malice in Ava’s eyes and the sharp ceramic shard in her hand coming for her face.

Amelia slightly curled her lips; Ava, just like in their past life, was eager to ruin her face.

Disfigurement was an interesting thing, and since Ava liked it so much, they might as well both experience it!

Amelia could have dodged but didn’t.

The sharp shard cut across Amelia’s face, and blood flowed down her smooth, jade-like complexion, with an indescribable, shattered beauty.

Ava couldn’t control her smile; she had succeeded.

She had ruined Amelia’s face!

This vixen could seduce no more!

However, before the shard could cut deeper, Amelia suddenly turned aside.

Due to her forceful push, Ava surged forward, suddenly feeling someone grip the back of her neck, pressing her toward the ground.

But her own smashed vase was on the floor!

Terrified, Ava tried to steady herself, but the next moment, a kick landed hard on her knee.

Ava fell forward to the ground.

"Ah!"

Ava’s right cheek landed on the broken vase shards, and blood began pouring profusely.

The scream was so piercing that even the noisy reporters paused.

Everyone saw Ava Wright’s blood-drenched face.

"Oh my God, someone’s hurt!"

"Stop crowding, disaster struck, that’s the Wright family’s daughter with a face injury."

"Who did it? Anyway, it wasn’t me."

Marsh Smith, who had retreated to the side earlier, saw Ava’s screams and hurriedly rushed to assist her, concerned: "Ava, why are you here? How did your face get injured, I... I’ll get you to the hospital first."

Marsh always considered Ava a benefactor, and his concern for her was genuine.

But at this moment, Ava was in no mood for Marsh’s worry; terrified, she touched her face and saw her hand covered in blood.

Ava screamed heart-wrenchingly, "Ah, Amelia, you caused this!"

Amelia, who had been turned to the side, slowly turned back, and only then did the crowd notice the blood on her face.

A crescent-shaped wound graced her cheek, not deep, yet she remained undeniably beautiful.

So it wasn’t just Ava who was injured; Amelia was hurt too.

One was quietly silent, the other screaming as if dying.

Edward Allen saw the girl he had wronged, now injured over the illegitimate child scandal, his expression changed: "Amelia, who hurt you?"

Amelia didn’t answer; her calculations never dared to face those she cared about.

She gazed at Ava, lightly brushed her fingers across her face, and said coolly, "Sister, speaking requires evidence. You came at me with a vase and cut my face, then accidentally fell. How can you blame me?"

Ava shouted in rage, "It was you, you vixen, bitch, bastard!"

Hearing the word "bastard," Amelia slightly narrowed her eyes, her voice icy as if soaked in snow, "Sister, what really happened? The reporter’s camera should have captured it. Everyone will see. Sister, you can’t falsely accuse someone."

Amelia attacked Ava all in the blind spot behind her brother, even if the camera only caught Ava lunging at her.

Amelia had already planned; she wanted Ava to taste disfigurement.

As for her own face, she... purposely let Ava injure it.

Godfery Shaw’s attitude towards her was too complex; she didn’t believe she had anything irresistible about her, perhaps except this face. Well, ruin it, then they could part ways.

In the past life, she had been disfigured early, bearing such an ugly face, entangled with Godfery for five years, all indifferent and distant.

This life, even more so, she must not get close.

Marsh gazed at Amelia’s face full of blood, but instinctively took a step back.

He initially fancied Amelia for this very face; now that this perfect face was ruined, how could Marsh still be willing?

Visibly panicked, he said, "I’ll take Ava... take Ava to the hospital first."

With that, Marsh turned with Ava and left.

Amelia’s look was full of disdain and mockery.

See, that’s what so-called affection for her is like.

The reporters dared not cause a scene anymore, fleeing quickly as if escaping, unwilling to take the blame.

Edward Allen saw Amelia still standing there, and began to walk her out: "You come with me to the hospital, let’s handle the wound first."

Amelia quickly shook her head: "No need, the wound isn’t deep, it’s nothing serious, I’ll first check if Emily Allen is home."

Edward Allen, with a stern face, said nothing and simply pulled Amelia along.

The once ruthless Amelia, when facing Edward Allen, was too humble even to dare struggle.

Godfery Shaw appeared to witness this scene.

At this moment, he had no extra energy to feel jealous of Amelia being grabbed by another man.

He only stared at the wound on Amelia’s face, the blood she lost, feeling as if a hand fiercely gripped his heart, suffocating him with pain.

In that instant, a multitude of violent emotions swept over Godfery Shaw, as if he himself were injured, teetering on the brink of emotional collapse.

He yanked open his collar, suppressing his rage, walked towards Amelia.

He wanted to take her away him, right there.

But the last shred of self-control held him back.

"Come with me."

"Get out of the way, I’m going to find Emily," Amelia coldly refused.

"Before I came, I already sent Emily back for you. I’m telling you once more, you’re coming with me!" Godfery was barely restraining himself.

Amelia paused, softly replied with a smile, "Okay, I’ll go with you."

She willingly disfigured herself, originally to make Godfery disdain her and cut off ties,

now seemed a perfect chance.

She turned to Edward and said, "Mr. Allen, Emily is safe now, and I repeat, if you want to take Emily away, it has to be with her consent."

Edward was only apologetic now, and couldn’t risk it, nodding, "Okay, we’ll discuss this later, you handle your wound first."

Amelia got into Godfery Shaw’s car.

With the doors closed, the partition between the driver’s seat and the back seat rose, blocking the view from the front, unleashing Godfery Shaw’s bottled-up emotions.

"Amelia, who allowed you to sacrifice yourself for your brother’s son you’ve never met!"