CHAPTER 103: CHAPTER 103: BEGGARS CAN’T BE CHOOSERS

Amelia Wright stood frozen.

Godfery Shaw knew!

He knew that Edward Allen was her brother, and that Emily Allen was not her son.

She should have seen this coming; she was too eager when searching for Emily and revealed too many flaws.

All Godfery had to do was find the severely injured burn victim she had mistreated to learn some information. With Godfery’s abilities, it wasn’t difficult to uncover the truth, especially since she had Emily call her aunt.

Godfery knew that Emily wasn’t her son and understood that everything before was just a misunderstanding.

Would he... still agree to the divorce?

Panic filled Amelia’s eyes.

The next moment, Godfery leaned down and fiercely captured Amelia’s lips.

Amelia’s heart raced uncontrollably; he indeed knew.

Amelia pushed Godfery away with force, trying to maintain her composure: "This is my matter, it has nothing to do with you."

Godfery pinched Amelia’s chin, staring at the blood on her face, he said viciously: "If you want to acknowledge the Allen family, I can help you, but if you harm yourself, it concerns me!"

Amelia’s pupils contracted. She had only thought about whether Godfery would still agree to a divorce after knowing the truth, but forgot that if Godfery told the Allen family, how could she dare to recognize her kin; she couldn’t let her parents and brother know of her existence.

In her panic, Amelia blurted out without thinking: "I don’t want to acknowledge them, and if you dare to speak of this, I won’t forgive you!"

"Hmm? How won’t you forgive me?" Godfery’s eyes were filled with uncontrollable fury.

"Young Master, isn’t it difficult to inherit the Shaw family? What do you think would happen if the Capital City Shaw family knew the Young Master was plotting against the Shaw family?" Amelia said in a very low voice.

Godfery’s previously aggressive aura halted, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. How did Amelia know about these things?

He had never revealed his intentions to anyone.

Even those he trusted believed he was doing everything to inherit the Shaw family.

Of course, Amelia knew. Two years later in her past life, the Capital City Shaw family appointed a true heir, and while many lamented for Godfery, he reshuffled the Shaw family with a thunderous force.

No one knew what exactly happened, but from then on, Godfery became the head of the entire Shaw family.

Not the heir, but the ruler!

Amelia tentatively said: "We each know each other’s secrets; as a trade, how about we keep it together?"

At this moment, Godfery had two small voices arguing in his mind.

One voice disdainfully said: "Take her back, break her leg, lock her up, and wait until she can withstand the Shaw family, then it’ll be fine."

The other voice dissatisfiedly said: "How can that be, you can’t hurt Amelia, Amelia needs freedom, she has many things to do, you mustn’t restrain her; keep your distance until the Shaw family is destroyed."

Godfery struggled to control the two voices in his head and replied softly: "Alright."

Amelia breathed a sigh of relief as she was taken back to the Imperial Garden.

Godfery brought over a medical kit and slowly wiped away the blood on Amelia’s face.

Amelia cooperated by not moving.

They were so close that Godfery could clearly see the wound on Amelia’s face, cut by a sharp blade, his expression grew darker.

His movements became increasingly restless, as if unable to clean off the blood from Amelia’s face.

Amelia was expressionless, she neither cried out in pain nor was she saddened by her disfigurement. It was like this face and this body weren’t her own.

Was Godfery’s attitude one of disgust and disdain?

The misunderstanding about the illegitimate child had been clarified; the disfigurement was just right as a reason for divorce.

Amelia didn’t know; Godfery’s intentions hadn’t changed from the start, she thought complexly about her own feelings.

She deliberately faced Godfery with the injured half of her face.

She even leaned closer, letting Godfery see more clearly the ugly wound: "The blood can be wiped clean, but the wound can’t be removed, it’s very ugly and terrifying, isn’t it?"

Amelia’s smile tugged on the wound on her face, causing it to start bleeding again.

Godfery commanded suppressively: "Don’t smile!"

Amelia stood up: "I suppose smiling is indeed terrifying. Since the medicine is applied, I’ll leave and stop bothering the Young Master’s eyes."

Amelia stood up to leave but was pulled back by Godfery, falling into his embrace.

Godfery’s eyes were like they could devour her.

Closer and closer, the next second he would kiss her.

Amelia blushed slightly but taunted: "What does Young Master Shaw want to do, aren’t you desperate to the point of kissing me, even though I’m disfigured?"

The next second, Godfery kissed Amelia, pressing her onto the bed.

He carefully cradled her face, not daring to hurt her in the least: "Beautiful!"

Beautiful?

Is he crazy?

As her clothes were pulled apart, Godfery’s eyes were nearly reverent with affection.

Amelia, who had been very cooperative, finally realized that this man was serious, that he truly didn’t mind her disfigured face.

Couldn’t he leave with disgust like Marsh Smith?

Amelia was slightly panicked inside, reaching out to push Godfery away.

Not to mention she couldn’t bear to touch Godfery again.

There’s also the fact that she had a child in her womb and the pregnancy wasn’t stable, such activities weren’t possible.

Amelia’s weak resistance had no effect against the nearly out-of-control Godfery.

But amidst her struggle, she touched the wound on her face, a wound that had been well treated began to bleed again, trickling down her cheek to her neck like little red plums.

It was like Godfery was dealt a heavy blow.

He nearly lost control and touched her again.

He abruptly released Amelia, turned around, and fled the room, closing the door with a bang.

Amelia lay on the bed, tidying her clothes, and looked at the ceiling somewhat helplessly, softly talking to herself: "A wound so ugly, everyone should loathe it, shouldn’t they?"

This life, does Godfery Shaw really like her this much?

To like her enough not to care about her appearance.

Then, what about Evelyn Dawson, the one who was publicly engaged to Godfery?

The faint blush on Amelia’s face faded rapidly.

Too messy, too complicated.

Amelia got up and walked out of the room.

Godfery wasn’t within her calculations either; she couldn’t continue testing him.

She couldn’t provoke him; she could only stay away.

Amelia walked out of the room and heard a sound as she passed by Godfery’s door.

Amelia didn’t intend to eavesdrop, but the noise from inside was too loud, as if something had hit the door, creating a loud bang.

Amelia looked over instinctively and heard an extremely suppressed voice from inside the room.

"Julius Shaw, you’re truly despicable!"

Amelia was instantly rooted to the spot.

In her previous life, after she was disfigured, she also heard the young master and his second brother have a dispute and heard the same words, but both incidents of disfigurement were the handiwork of Ava Wright and had nothing to do with the second son of the Shaw family.

Why did the young master curse the second son?

Amelia instinctively moved closer, reaching out to open the door, wanting to see what they were arguing about.

Just then, the voice of the butler Joyce came from behind Amelia: "Miss Wright, what are you eavesdropping on?"

Amelia was so startled by the sudden voice that she stepped back two paces.