CHAPTER 124: CHAPTER 124: HER DARKNESS

"Just speak louder in the front, people are already disfigured, pushing someone is not too much."

"If I were as beautiful as that lady, I couldn’t endure even a touch to my face, let alone being disfigured!"

"Those gentlemen who used to criticize the beautiful lady, wipe your eyes and see clearly, some people cry on the surface, but behind the scenes, they ruthlessly ruin appearances, this is true green tea."

There are still a few defending Ava Wright: "What’s wrong with you people, it’s clear that the one who got pushed is the victim, we don’t even know if the disfigurement is real or not, yet you’re all just cursing, are you keyboard warriors?"

Immediately, countless people refuted.

"Look at her expression, do you even need to ask whether it’s true or false?"

"That lady’s face is simply a god to us face lovers, and it’s hurt by someone with mental issues. Today I am indeed a keyboard warrior, so what!"

The number of people watching the live broadcast soared because of this scene of sisterly rivalry.

Indeed, the world is never short of people with a penchant for gossip.

Ava Wright didn’t expect Amelia Wright to publicly mention the disfigurement incident.

Although she couldn’t see clearly at the time, Ava Wright had a feeling that it was Amelia Wright who hurt her.

Her injury was far more serious than Amelia’s, how dare Amelia bring up what happened back then.

Ava Wright was extremely angry, wanting to recklessly reveal some news about Amelia Wright.

Amelia Wright suddenly looked at Ava Wright and smiled.

The words Ava Wright wanted to say immediately stopped.

Though Amelia Wright’s gaze seemed very indifferent, it carried a sense of madness, giving her the feeling that if she dared to make a fuss, Amelia would go crazy.

This was a retreating instinct, a deep-seated fear.

Although Ava Wright didn’t want to admit it, she had to acknowledge at this moment that she was actually afraid of Amelia Wright.

Amelia Wright only smiled at Ava Wright before turning away to find a quiet corner to sit down.

She didn’t want to ruin today’s semifinals, but if she continued to tangle with Ava Wright, she couldn’t be sure she’d be able to control her anger.

Ava Wright tried to play the victim again, but found that no one paid attention to her anymore as reporters had already called cameramen to leave and shoot elsewhere.

Many competitors pointed and whispered at her.

Ava Wright was so bitter she clenched her teeth.

She could only climb up from the ground by herself, and as soon as she stood steady, a sharp pain shot through her ankle, her face paled, and she almost fell again.

She needed to calm down and wait until Amelia marries Marsh Smith to see how she’d embarrass Amelia.

Wait until she marries Young Master Shaw, and see how she’d deal with Amelia.

It was just a small episode; today’s focus was still on the competitors’ contest.

Time was up.

Staff announced for competitors to go to their corresponding positions according to their numbers.

Rows of tables and chairs, each table equipped with paper, paint, and other drawing tools.

Competitors took their seats according to their numbers.

Painting in front of everyone, eliminating any chance of cheating.

Everyone moved upon the start of the competition; time was limited and couldn’t be wasted.

But Amelia Wright just sat there staring at the paper and paint without moving.

The reporter who perhaps had a deep impression of Amelia circled back to Amelia’s side.

Seeing Amelia not starting, he was curious.

Many people watching the live broadcast frowned at that moment.

Cloudglow Tower.

Godfery Shaw sat in the office, not working, watching the live stream on the computer, lightly tapping his fingers on the desk, with deep and unreadable eyes pondering something.

Lewis family in Capital City.

Emma Lewis watched the live stream, feeling agitated: "Dad, Mom, it’s all your fault for insisting I come back for matchmaking, when such a big contest event is happening, as her brother I should accompany her. You can see her state is obviously off."

Emma Lewis’s parents watched him, their expressions conflicted as they listened to him talk about being a brother.

Allen family in the Capital City.

Emily Allen politely sat on the sofa watching TV, accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. Allen and Victor.

Mr. Allen looking at the TV asked about Amelia Wright’s profile: "Is this Emily’s lifesaver? She does look kind-hearted."

Mrs. Allen nodded in agreement: "This child looks lovely, I like her at first glance."

Emily then turned around seriously emphasizing: "Not a lifesaver, she’s my aunt."

Mr. and Mrs. Allen’s expressions dimmed slightly.

If their daughter were still alive, she would have been Emily’s real aunt.

Actually, Amelia Wright greatly resembled Mrs. Allen, but Mrs. Allen was as gentle as water, exuding a meek demeanor without any hint of temper.

Whereas Amelia Wright was too sharp, no matter how frail and weak she appeared outwardly, she carried an inherent aloofness that was hard to approach.

Making it difficult for people to link Amelia Wright to Mrs. Allen.

Cultural center’s special guest seat.

Robert Reed sprang up from his chair, frowning: "Why isn’t she starting?"

A senior artist from Ink Manor beside him said: "Perhaps she hasn’t figured out what she wants to paint."

Robert Reed discontentedly responded: "What do you mean ’hasn’t figured out,’ we discussed it together days ago, it’s been decided long ago."

The artist from Ink Manor quickly tried to calm Robert Reed down, afraid he might act impulsively: "Old Mr. Reed, please relax, you’re a special guest, don’t affect everyone’s creation."

Robert Reed finally sat back down but continued to frown.

Amelia Wright remained seated without moving.

This work for the competition indeed was agreed upon with the teacher some days ago.

But...now Amelia Wright couldn’t produce it...

She wasn’t right after using the teacher.

The artwork planned beforehand, she couldn’t capture its essence anymore.

After a long period of quiet silence, Amelia then started.

As soon as she began, Robert Reed knew the piece Amelia was painting was different from what was planned.

Color fell onto the paper, as though coming seamlessly together, gradually outlining shapes.

Amelia Wright painted a crane.

In Chinese painting studies, many paint cranes since they symbolize good fortune.

But Amelia portrayed an injured crane.

The crane tried hard to reach a water source, wounded all over, surrounded by pools of blood, struggling but unable to get close.

The overall painting style was dark and eerie, as if revealing the cold indifference of the painter, watching the injured crane’s struggle, its pain and despair.

Too somber.

Each wound on the crane seemed cruelly inflicted by Amelia’s own hand.

Yet no one knew Amelia was actually the struggling crane.

After completing the painting, Amelia silently watched.

The reporter soon returned to Amelia and her work.

The camera naturally followed, capturing the image of Amelia’s painting on the table.

At that moment, the live stream’s comment section temporarily quieted down.

Everyone focused on Amelia were also silent.

How could one paint such a piece?

Even outsiders would find this artwork overwhelmingly dark.

Cloudglow Tower’s top floor.

Godfery Shaw stopped tapping the desk, his face extremely grim as he got up and rushed out.

Though he decided to maintain distance for now, he needed to see her!