CHAPTER 253: CHAPTER 253: HURTING OTHERS, HURTING ONESELF

Amelia Wright shook her head, she didn’t know.

Back then, she really didn’t know what to do. At the very beginning, she even thought about not keeping the child.

But she still found countless excuses to keep the child.

If not for Sophie’s existence, Nancy might have died much earlier.

At that time, she just wanted to bring the child into the world to have a look...

Emma Lewis held Nancy’s shoulders with both hands, preventing her from escaping.

"You brought her into this world, and you should be responsible for her! Do you know that? Sophie was born and stayed in the hospital’s incubator for two months. After she was discharged, she kept getting sick repeatedly. She didn’t eat much, just 20 ml of milk at a time, only one-fifth of what children her age ate. I had to get up every two hours at night to feed her milk. Every time Sophie got sick, Old Mr. Reed and I took turns taking her to the hospital day and night. She had fevers that we stood watch over all night, afraid to sleep. Her first word was taught by Old Mr. Reed, and the first character she wrote was also taught by him. You never personally participated, so you don’t know how much energy it takes to take care of a child’s growth."

Nancy listened in a daze.

After Emma vented all this, her frustration gradually calmed down: "So you know, I won’t allow anyone to hurt Sophie, not even Godfery Shaw."

Nancy nodded, as if she understood something.

Her connection to Sophie was that kind of blood-related closeness, that kind of involuntary affection.

But Emma and the others were different; Sophie was raised with incredible effort and nurture by them.

That kind of day-in, day-out companionship and upbringing is deeper than the feelings of a nine-month pregnancy.

Emma’s expression gradually became peaceful. Her gaze towards Nancy was full of sympathy and tolerance. She reached out, rubbed Nancy’s head, and said, "She is your responsibility because you brought her into this world. Anyone else may abandon her, but you can no longer abandon her and leave, understand?"

Nancy solemnly nodded, she understood.

Nancy wrote with a serious expression: "I’m going to talk to Godfery Shaw."

Emma shook her head: "Don’t go. The greatest respect you can give Sophie is that Godfery Shaw accepts her not because of you."

Nancy seemed a bit dejected.

She felt like she couldn’t do anything or achieve anything.

After Emma finished talking with Nancy, she calmed down and decided to first ask Basil Smith what the situation was with Godfery Shaw.

Nancy went upstairs, stood at the door, and watched the already sleeping Sophie. The teacher was gently wiping her tear stains with a warm towel.

Nancy quietly retreated.

She really seemed unable to do anything.

Even going to talk to Godfery Shaw seemed inappropriate.

Nancy took a rose from the vase at Ink Manor, wrote a card, and attached it.

She called Hailey Smith and asked her to deliver the flower to Godfery Shaw.

Actually, Hailey didn’t want to deliver any flower. She also wanted to check on the Young Madam.

But since her brother went to check on the Young Madam, she thought it was okay for her to go to the Young Madam’s side.

Hailey was running towards Ink Manor and suddenly felt that the Young Master was quite pitiful. Both she and her brother knew the Young Madam was back, the people at Ink Manor knew, even Elijah Jefferson knew, yet the Young Master did not.

Hailey ran to Ink Manor.

Basil hurried to the old district.

The atmosphere in the old district was very tense at the moment.

The people arranged to keep watch here were all very nervous.

Basil asked in a deep voice upon arrival: "What is the current situation with the Young Master?"

The reason for Sophie’s abandonment was unknown to everyone.

What they knew was through the previous driver’s message, who did not see the process but only knew the Young Master suddenly got angry and left Sophie behind.

Basil assumed that the Young Master might have lost control of his emotions to do such a thing.

The people keeping watch shook their heads: "I don’t know. Since the Young Master entered this house, he hasn’t come out. And with his explosive temper, we... don’t dare to go in casually either."

Basil nodded, took a deep breath, and walked into the small courtyard, stepping forward to knock on the door.

"Get out!"

A shout came from inside the room.

Basil gritted his teeth and said: "Young Master, is there something wrong?"

The room was silent.

Basil, steeling his resolve, directly took the key from under the flowerpot on the windowsill and opened the door to go inside.

If the Young Master really was out of control and damaged anything inside this room, he would collapse once he sobered up, so he had to stop it.

However, when Basil opened the door and entered, he saw a clear-minded Young Master.

In his eyes was pain and loss, but there was no frenzied violence or bloodlust.

The Young Master was sober.

In a sober state, he had left Sophie behind and walked away.

Even Basil felt that such behavior by the Young Master was incomprehensible and unacceptable.

If he didn’t want to take Sophie out, he didn’t have to, but how could he take her out and just leave her?

"Get out!" Godfery Shaw frowned and looked at Basil.

Basil did not leave. Instead, he looked into Godfery Shaw’s eyes and said: "Young Master, do you know what happened when you left Sophie at the amusement park today? That child got lost!"

The gaze that Godfery Shaw had fixed on the painting finally lifted.

His face was variable: "Send someone to look for her."

Basil breathed a sigh of relief; fortunately, the Young Master wasn’t completely devoid of emotion.

"The person has been found, but Young Master do you know how much harm doing this can cause a child?"

Godfery Shaw was silent for a while but stubbornly said: "Since the person has been found, then leave. I don’t want to see anyone today."

"Young Master!"

"Get out!"

Basil was helpless.

He didn’t approve of the Young Master’s actions, but he didn’t have any other solutions either.

Strictly speaking, Basil and Hailey were firmly on Godfery Shaw’s side.

But their previous experiences made the two brothers understand that the Young Madam’s well-being meant Godfery Shaw’s well-being.

The current situation was entirely Godfery Shaw’s self-inflicted problem.

Would the Young Madam forgive the Young Master?

At this time, Hailey arrived.

After parking, Hailey quickly ran over with a rose in hand.

Basil said irritably: "Hailey, don’t force me to hit you. At a time like this, how do you still have the mind to deliver roses to the Young Master?"

Hailey rolled her eyes, thought for a moment, and since her brother went to find Sophie anyway, surely having seen the Young Madam, she had no need to hide it anymore.

Hailey retorted: "Brother, everyone says you are smart. I think they overestimate you. Would I help some other woman pursue the Young Master? This flower was sent by the Young Madam!"

Basil didn’t want to mention it, but it was two years ago when someone helped a woman deliver a love letter to the Young Master and was caught, explaining that the Young Master was too lifeless and wanted him to feel the energy of young girls.

But at this moment, Basil wasn’t in the mood for such thoughts; he only picked up on one key point: "The Young Madam sent this?"

Hailey replied proudly: "Of course! The Young Madam sought me out to help deliver the flower. I’m not like Brother; I am someone the Young Madam can trust."

Basil had no time for retorts anymore.

He quickly said: "Then hurry and take it in."

Hailey nodded, carrying the air of someone heading for the guillotine, and went inside.

Godfery Shaw, constantly being disturbed, stared murderously at Hailey.

Hailey braced herself, rushed forward, placed the rose down, and ran off before the Young Master could say a word.

Godfery Shaw didn’t like to see anything unassociated with this room appearing here.

His face immediately darkened, and he picked up the rose intending to throw it out.

But when he saw the card, he stopped.

The card read: Roses are wrapped in thorns, unafraid of pain, yet easily hurt others.