After this day, Amelia Wright’s range of activities became much freer.
But no matter where she went, Bella Shaw would always follow her.
Amelia Wright simply acted as if Bella Shaw didn’t exist; she wasn’t in a hurry to leave now, instead, she aimed to delay time.
The baby was still underdeveloped; if born now, he would survive, but his health would undoubtedly be poor. The longer the delay, the more he could grow.
It would be best if she could hold off until full term, but Amelia knew it was unlikely.
Bella Shaw watched Amelia Wright sitting on the grass, keeping an eye on her surroundings to ensure no one approached.
Sweat began to bead on her forehead due to nervousness, while Amelia Wright played with the grass sitting on the ground.
"Miss Wright, we’ve been out for a long time, it’s time to go back."
"Amos Shaw allowed me to come out for a walk; if you have an issue, go tell Amos Shaw."
Amelia Wright replied indifferently, continuing to sit and play with the grass.
Bella Shaw gritted her teeth and stayed silent.
She believed this woman was truly a menace, even with a big belly knowing she would die soon, she could still charm Young Master Shaw into agreeing to some of her unreasonable requests.
Although this grassy area had few people, it was close to the riding grounds where horses often passed by, making it easy to be noticed.
Amelia Wright suddenly asked, "Do you know how to weave grass dragonflies?"
Bella Shaw initially didn’t want to respond but recalling this woman’s usual demeanor, she replied, "No."
Amelia Wright continued to sit on the ground, fiddling with the grass in her hands.
It was almost time for horse herding; if they didn’t leave now, they might really be discovered.
Bella Shaw knew if they were indeed noticed and rumors leaked, Amelia might remain unaffected as she was destined to die, but she herself would surely be punished.
"Miss Wright, we really should leave; if those at the ranch discover us, Young Master Shaw would certainly have to arrange ahead of schedule."
"Then do you know how to weave grass dragonflies?" Amelia Wright asked again, without getting up.
Bella Shaw, suppressing her anger, said, "I do."
Bella Shaw realized there was no way to deal with this lady; she could only comply with Amelia Wright for now and make a complaint to Young Master Shaw once back at the estate.
Bella Shaw began weaving grass dragonflies, a skill she indeed possessed.
In childhood, during her confinement for training with nothing to play with, she played with wild grass.
Soon, Bella Shaw crafted a simple grass dragonfly for Amelia Wright.
Amelia Wright at last seemed satisfied and motioned to return.
Feeling heavy, Amelia found it difficult to stand up. Though Bella Shaw reluctantly wanted to ignore her, she still helped Amelia up cautiously.
Amelia Wright held the grass dragonfly and followed Bella Shaw back; outside the estate, she casually discarded it like something she’d grown tired of, muttering, "It’s really ugly."
Bella Shaw took deep breaths, reminding herself not to be angry, not to waste anger on someone destined to die.
Amelia Wright wasn’t merely venting anger; she was attempting to make contact with the outside world and revealed clues.
Because what she planned to do would be best accomplished with inside and outside assistance.
If contact was impossible, she could only find a way independently.
Returning to the estate, Bella Shaw saw Amos Shaw.
She immediately complained, "Young Master Shaw, today Miss Wright insisted on going near the racetrack; many people there aren’t ours. If discovered, everything would be ruined."
Amos Shaw looked toward Amelia Wright.
Amelia Wright lowered her head, gazing at her shoes.
The embroidered shoes worn to the estate were soiled in the vineyard; now Amelia wore small white sneakers.
Looking at her shoes, Amelia Wright said, "Amos Shaw, my shoelace is untied."
Amos’s gaze instinctively moved from Amelia’s face to her shoes and noticed the sneakers were indeed untied.
His first thought was if she tripped on the lace accidentally, causing an incident.
Concern gripped Amos; without much thought, he knelt and tied her shoelace.
Seeing this, Bella Shaw felt her face freeze. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
Young Master Shaw was the future helm of the Shaw family; how could he stoop so low before a woman?
Yet Amelia Wright appeared unflustered, allowing Amos to kneel before her.
Wearing a gray linen skirt similar to those worn by estate female workers, she managed to make it exude a celestial aura despite its plainness.
Many female workers in the estate saw the scene and quickly averted their eyes, fearing they might be punished for looking longer.
No one noticed at that moment the fragrance on Amelia Wright intensified greatly.
The drugs on Amelia were hard to use effectively once or twice, but since Amos and Amelia had spent days together, he had been deeply influenced.
In Amelia’s near-hypnotic charm, Amos increasingly felt Amelia was frail and valued, deserving affection, not as a pawn for sacrifice.
Yet rationality told Amos the plan had to proceed, so he indulged Amelia even more in minor matters.
After tying her shoelace, Amos gently said to Amelia Wright, "Miss Wright, I’ve arranged everything for tomorrow; will that work for our plan?"
Amelia Wright hesitated; now?
Her child needed more time; it was too soon.
Amelia Wright calmly said, "I’d like to wait three days; I haven’t eaten the food I asked the kitchen to prepare."
Amelia spoke unperturbedly, as if uncaring of when she’d die, only regretting the uneaten food prepared before.
Amos hesitated slightly but nodded, "Okay, we’ll wait three days. Whatever you wish to eat, instruct the kitchen to make it; if unavailable here, I’ll have them buy it from outside."
Amelia Wright smiled at Amos.
Amos suddenly felt comforted and believed his concession was meaningful.
Bella Shaw and a young man exchanged a glance, understanding each other’s intentions.
Was Amos worthy of their loyalty?
At that moment, Bella Shaw, questioning Amos, found herself envying Amelia Wright.
Even confined here, Amelia was free.
She faced death gracefully, needing no submission to anyone.
While they lost freedom upon choosing their paths as children, prisoners in a cage regardless of being unguarded, with the world accessible.
Amelia got herself three more days.
She knew it could be the final three days.
Amos’s mind was far more steadfast than Bess Bennett; Amelia could only influence minor matters, unable to change Amos’s core decisions.
A woman in a nurse’s uniform appeared in a doctor’s office at a small hospital.
The woman had long slender legs, spinning a knife endlessly, her gaze seductive as she eyed the doctor before her.
The doctor was terrified, squatting on the ground clutching his head, quivering as he said, "I’ve told you everything I know. I glanced back and saw it was Imperial Garden; that pregnant woman was indeed there. In a place like Imperial Garden, I couldn’t be mistaken."