CHAPTER 46: CHAPTER 46: SHE LEAVES WITH MARSH SMITH

The man in a coma on the hospital bed seemed to sense something and furrowed his brow.

After speaking, Amelia Wright did not linger and turned to leave the ward.

She couldn’t hold on, her body uncontrollably trembling.

The tension in her nerves was about to snap.

Just entering the hospital made her feel like she was reliving the agony of cancer and the separation of death.

Amelia ran out of the hospital, covered in cold sweat, resembling someone pulled out from the water, her wig long gone somewhere.

This incredibly beautiful but sickly woman attracted the attention of many at the hospital entrance, making people want to approach her with concern.

At this moment, Marsh Smith, who had come to First Hospital for a follow-up examination, saw the staggering Amelia Wright just as he arrived at the entrance.

His face lit up, and he hurried forward, directly reaching out to grab Amelia Wright, "Amelia, why are you at the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?"

Amelia Wright struggled weakly, "Don’t touch me."

The excessive stress response had sapped all her strength, leaving her with no energy to resist.

Marsh Smith noticed Amelia’s hands were covered in blood and asked with concern, "How did you get hurt? What happened? Let me take you to get bandaged."

Even though the hospital was right ahead, Marsh forcefully took her to his car.

Amelia was pulled away by Marsh Smith, unable to break free.

Basil Smith returned to the ward with gauze and medicine, his face instantly changing; the room was empty.

Not only was the young madam gone, but the eldest was also missing!

The person guarding the door was knocked unconscious.

Basil immediately chased after them and saw the eldest in the hospital lobby, supporting himself against the wall, his whole being exuding a dark and violent aura, staring ahead with a grim expression.

And ahead, the young madam was leaning on Marsh Smith as they left.

Basil’s heart trembled, quickly moving forward to support the eldest.

Many in Aning City knew the young madam liked Marsh Smith.

Basil naturally knew too; he even knew that on the night she married into Imperial Garden, she stabbed the eldest, saying it was because she liked Marsh and wanted to divorce him.

Now, with the eldest severely injured, the young madam wasn’t staying at the hospital to watch over him, but instead left with Marsh Smith.

Seeing the eldest’s wound tear open again, Basil’s heart was filled with anger.

Godfery Shaw’s eyes were filled with a struggle between rationality and violence, yet rationality seemed to win out slightly, and he forced out a phrase from his throat, "If you look back, I will forgive you."

But Amelia could not look back.

She was forcibly taken into the car by Marsh Smith, like a lifeless doll, barely hanging on.

"Heh...," Godfery’s laugh was self-mocking, a hoarse voice full of wickedness saying, "Bring her back for me, lock her up!"

After speaking, Godfery collapsed again.

"Eldest!" Basil cried out in alarm.

The hospital was crowded and noisy; Basil didn’t have time to follow orders and capture people, so he contacted Hailey Smith and others, first taking the unconscious Godfery back to Imperial Garden.

...

Amelia Wright was placed in the passenger seat by Marsh Smith.

She blurrily saw the route and realized Marsh intended to take her to the Smith family.

Though powerless to fight back, she would not tolerate being taken away by Marsh Smith.

Amelia quieted, trying to quickly regain some strength.

Driving, Marsh Smith seemed in a good mood; he finally caught Amelia alone, with many things he wanted to say and questions he wanted to ask, just missing the recent opportunities.

Marsh, while driving, occasionally glanced at Amelia and spoke.

"Amelia, I know your attitude towards me is bound to have reasons, did the Shaw family threaten you? Or are you trying to fulfill me and Ava..."

"Amelia, Ava is your sister and my lifesaver; being good to her is the right thing to do, you understand? Don’t let jealousy arise."

Marsh continuously talked, attempting to understand the reason Amelia became like this, hoping to bring her back to her former self.

Previously, he seemed concerned about Amelia’s injured hand, yet now neither went to the hospital nor intended to treat it promptly.

He cared more about Amelia’s attitude towards him than whether she was hurt or sick.

Once his heart longed for her affection, even if he didn’t want it, she couldn’t turn around and love someone else.

What’s more, Amelia’s current beauty could tempt any man.

Enough to make him regret...

Amelia never responded.

At the start of the next traffic light, Amelia, who had been silent, suddenly raised her head, and Marsh thought she was going to respond.

The next moment, Amelia grabbed the steering wheel abruptly, sharply turning it towards the curb.

Marsh’s heart skipped a beat: "Amelia, you’re crazy! Let go, it’s too dangerous!"

But Amelia didn’t listen, with all her strength, she wrestled the steering wheel from Marsh.

She was still weak, but even slight movement of the wheel could send the vehicle off course.

Marsh reached out to pull Amelia away, but it was too late.

"Bang!"

A collision occurred with the vehicle in front, a rear-end crash.

Marsh urgently slammed the brakes.

Amelia released the steering wheel, unbuckled her seatbelt, and intended to open the car door to escape.

But Marsh quickly grabbed her, preventing her escape.

Marsh said with an unpleasant expression, "Amelia, I said to come with me, I have things to say to you, must you oppose me?"

Amelia, held tightly, couldn’t break free.

Her vision blurred, struggling to stay conscious.

She lost her final chance to escape.

Seeing Amelia in her sickly, delicate beauty, Marsh’s mind suddenly harbored wicked thoughts.

His eyes maliciously narrowed, "You’re blinded by Shaw family’s wealth, aren’t you? With paintings, diamond dust, never thought you’d be this kind of woman. Can’t be touched by that crippled Shaw, today I’ll make you mine, see if you dare show attitude!"

Amelia’s eyes slightly blurred, a dangerous glint in her stare.

She was willing to drag Marsh down with her if he dared touch her!

Just then, someone rudely knocked on the driver’s door.

"Hey, is your eye at your feet? How did you manage to rear-end? Wanting to die, go jump off a building or into a river, not being a road hazard. Get out and talk compensation now!"

A familiar sharp tongue.

Amelia couldn’t see clearly, but she recognized it; her roommate Emma Lewis from Elegant Art Academy.

Marsh rolled down the window, keeping one hand on Amelia, impatiently saying, "Speak, what’s the amount."

Right now, he only wanted to hurry back with Amelia.

Emma raised an eyebrow, driving casually without expecting anyone to try to brush her off with money.

Emma was about to ask for a hefty amount to teach this road hazard a lesson, but suddenly saw the person in the passenger seat.

Disturbingly pale, weaker than when seen at school, those soulful eyes seemed out of focus, silently mouthing "Help me."

Emma instantly erupted!

It was Amelia!

Amelia calling for help!