In the basement of Clinton family 's villa.
Amelia Wytte licked her dry lips and felt her throat dry and her limbs weak.
She opened her eyes and looked around. The room was still dark. A sense of despair came over her.
Was she really going to die here
"Creak!" In a trance, she seemed to hear the sound of door opening.
Looking at the direction of the voice, she saw that the door was opened. The sudden light made her unable to open her eyes, and it took her a long time to adapt to it.
When she opened her eyes again, a pair of black handmade shoes appeared in front of her.
But the owner of the shoes was not Nicola Clinton .
"Sir, you can go out now."
It was Uncle Mark . He still said in a businesslike tone.
Amelia Wytte nodded and said weakly, "I see. Thank you."
As soon as she spoke, she pulled the chapped skin on her lips and gasped in pain.
Uncle Mark glanced at her expressionlessly and turned away immediately. It took Amelia Wytte a long time to move out little by little with the help of the wall.
It usually took only a few minutes from the basement to the bedroom, but today she walked for twenty minutes.
She sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the kettle and poured it directly into her mouth.
After she finished half a pot, she felt better, but at this time, she felt a burst of pain in her lower abdomen.
"Knock, knock, knock." There was a heavy knock on the door.
Enduring the pain, she replied in a hoarse voice, "what's wrong?"
"What time is it now? Why don't you go to work? I've been working for you for several days. Now that you've come out, you still want to loaf!" It was another maid of the Clinton family .
"I'll go now." She replied in a low voice and dragged her tired body to the backyard.
Coincidentally, Elena was also in the backyard.
She wore a silk nightdress, a shawl, and a diamond ring as big as a dove egg on her neck.
Amelia Wytte puckered her lips and was about to go back, but she called her back.
"Why are you running? Am I that scary?" Glancing at her from the corner of her eyes, Elena sat down on the stone bench beside the swimming pool.
Amelia Wytte had to stop and turned around, "no, I just remember that I didn't take something."
"Don't be so busy. Sit down and talk to me." She patted the seat beside her.
With the previous experience, how dare Amelia Wytte?
She immediately shook her head and said, "I'm just a servant. How dare I sit with Mrs. Kent ? I have work to do, so I'm leaving now."
"I asked you to sit down. Don't you understand?" Elena Kent frowned and raised her voice.
Taking a deep breath, Amelia Wytte had to compromise and sat on the edge.
Only then did Elena smile with satisfaction. She suddenly leaned forward and said, "I heard that you were also good at jewelry identification in the past. Can you help me check the quality of my necklace?"
"Mrs. Kent 's things are of course of high quality." Amelia Wytte replied after taking a look at it.
"To be exact, what Nicola gave me was the best. Amelia Wytte, has he ever given you anything before?"
"No." Amelia Wytte said in a low voice.
She had given Nicola Clinton a lot of things, but he hadn't taken them. How could he give them to her?
Well, it's really hard for Elena . She waited here specially to show off her special in Nicola Clinton 's eyes.
"What about Bill ? He didn't leave anything for you before he died." Elena asked again.
Amelia Wytte's face darkened. She was a little unhappy, but she just shook her head and said nothing.
Elena straightened her body and looked askance at her. There was obvious sarcasm in her tone. "I thought Bill Clinton liked you so much, but it seems that it's just so so. Tut, tut, you are really shameless. You didn't want to be the eldest daughter of the Wytte family , but insisted on married to the Clinton family. Now, you have come to such a bad end. Alas."
"Mrs. Kent , I should go now." Amelia Wytte clenched her fists and suddenly stood up.
Her wrist suddenly tightened. Before she could take a step, she was pulled back by a force.
In an instant, there was only a few centimeters between her and Elena .
From her eyes, Amelia Wytte could clearly see hatred and irresistible jealousy.
She sneered and said word by word, "Amelia Wytte, listen carefully. Even if I slander and frame you, Nicola won't believe a word you say. On the contrary, he will try to make me happy. Be sensible and get out of the Clinton family as soon as possible, or I can't guarantee that you can get out alive."
"Thank you for your warning, Mrs. Kent . I hope you can persuade Mr. Clinton to let me go as soon as possible. If there is nothing else, I'll go first." Amelia Wytte replied in a neither humble nor pushy tone.
But her attitude seemed to be more provocative to Elena ..
Looking at the disappearing figure of Amelia Wytte, she made up her mind and pushed her to the swimming pool nearby.
With a plop, Amelia Wytte fell into her mouth, and the pool water poured into her mouth and nose, making her out of breath.
"Help... Help..." she struggled and shouted.
But the more she moved, the more she fell.
Standing on the shore, Elena said with a ferocious smile, "Amelia Wytte, you deserve it!"
"Ah, someone is falling into the water. Help!" A woman's scream came from not far away.
Startled, Elena turned around and saw the maid calling someone out in a hurry.
A hint of panic flashed through her eyes. She approached the swimming pool in front of the crowd, trying to push Amelia Wytte into the water.
Before his hand could touch her, Nicola Clinton arrived quickly with uncle Mark and a group of servants.
At this time, Amelia Wytte had no strength to struggle, and her face was ghastly pale.
The man's face was cold. He glanced at Elena and jumped into the water without saying anything.
"Bring me a towel, sir. Are you okay?" There were finally some other emotions on Uncle Mark 's face.
Nicola Clinton took the towel and directly wrapped around Amelia Wytte.
She coughed violently and spit out the water.
In a daze, looking at the man's face, she smiled and called in a low voice, "brother Nicola Clinton ..."
Before she could finish her words, she blacked out.
Nicola Clinton 's face darkened. He carried her to the bedroom.
Being ignored, Elena clenched her teeth and followed them quickly.
"Call Danver here." Nicola Clinton ordered in a low voice.