Chapter 218 York Boldly Confesses
At Emerald Haven, Isabella held the vase and placed it on the table as the livestream camera followed her.
The entire master bedroom came into view.
Huge floor-to-ceiling windows flooded the room with natural light and offered a sweeping view outside.
Rows of wardrobes stood open, revealing only cold-toned men's suits—there was no trace of women's clothing.
But the obvious gaps beside the men's suits made it clear that someone else's clothes had once hung there and had only recently been removed.
Against the wall stood a king-size bed. Everyone recognized it as Amelia and William's former marital bed.
Next to this marital bed was a nightstand.
A bottle of perfume sat conspicuously on the nightstand.
Isabella, holding the vase, walked over to the nightstand.
"How about putting it here," Isabella muttered to herself, as if genuinely looking for a place to put the flowers.
Her assistant quickly moved closer with the equipment, filming the nightstand.
"Perfume," Isabella said, picking up the perfume bottle.
Stealing Amelia's man, wearing her perfume, staying in her marital home, and lying on her marital bed?
As Isabella was thinking this, she noticed the first drawer of the nightstand had a gap, as if someone had opened it before but hadn't closed it properly.
Her visit was discreet. Her team had opened the door early to prevent William from changing the password and hadn't paid attention to what was inside the nightstand.
"What's this?" Isabella said, drawing her assistant's attention and directing the livestream camera at that drawer.
Encouraged by the flood of frantic comments, Isabella reached out, gripped the handle, and slowly pulled the drawer all the way open.
The livestream camera captured the drawer's contents in full view.
There was only one piece of paper in the drawer.
Written on it was a single sentence: [Returning the wedding ring to you. I'm leaving.]
Signed by Amelia, dated nearly two months ago when she left.
This was the note William had failed to notice on the day he coughed up blood.
It had been lying quietly in the nightstand all along.
Faint indentations remained where the ring had rested for so long.
The comment section erupted into chaos.
The note's content and date showed that Amelia had left decisively back then and wasn't someone who clung to a broken relationship.
[I don't know why, but seeing this bedroom and that note makes me suddenly feel sad. It's like I'm witnessing the quiet death of a love story.] This was the most-liked comment.
Isabella had no time to read the comments.
"Wedding ring?" she muttered. She placed the note and perfume bottle on the tabletop and peered inside. "Where's the wedding ring?"
Isabella thought that if she could wear Amelia's wedding ring, it would surely make Amelia furious.
But the drawer was empty, containing nothing except the note she had already removed.
Isabella closed the drawer and was about to pull open the next one when the door was shoved open with force, crashing against the wall.
Isabella turned around, and the camera followed.
Rhys and Harold burst in with a large group of people behind them.
Rhys strode forward. The moment he saw the camera, he headed straight for it, snatched the livestream equipment, and cut off the broadcast.
The livestream viewers had no idea what was happening. They only saw Rhys appear in the frame, then the camera shook wildly.
Then the image froze on the note and perfume bottle sitting on the nightstand.
Meanwhile, at the Jenkins Group.
Just as Isabella stepped into the master bedroom, Amelia was already on her way out.
She had contacted York.
She saw York standing not far away.
The livestream camera followed her the entire way, the footage slightly shaky.
Behind York was a golden river and endless sunflower fields.
He stood there smiling, waiting for her arrival.
At last, Amelia stepped onto the platform.
The third venue was actually the same counter, simply redecorated to appear different.
The spot marked by the Polaroid was the very platform where York now stood.
It was outdoors, with crowds of onlookers gathered not far away.
"You're here." York extended his hand toward her.
Amelia placed her hand in his.
"Yes, I'm here," she said, using his strength to step onto the platform.
The camera was ready. At Emerald Haven, the sound of a door slamming against the wall had already echoed.
The next moment, York leaned in and kissed Amelia as everyone watched—both online and at the scene.
The camera captured the kiss in crystal-clear detail.
At the same time, in another linked livestream, Isabella's screen remained frozen on the note on the table: [Returning the wedding ring to you. I'm leaving.]
The two side-by-side images created a striking contrast.
Some people at the scene were watching the livestream as well, and someone suddenly screamed.
But before the screaming stopped, another sound was heard.
The thunderous roar of helicopter propellers drowned out every other sound.
Gusts of wind swirled as the sunflower field rippled in golden waves.
Only the huge wedding photo frame in the center of the field reflected golden light in the sunshine.
One by one, people at the scene lifted their heads to look.
Then they saw a helicopter slowly descending onto the rooftop helipad of the building across the way.
“It’s William!” she exclaimed. “He came by helicopter!”
Screams erupted in waves.
The wind from the propellers whipped through William's hair. He stepped off the helicopter and looked in their direction from afar.
York and Amelia had already separated.
At this moment, York also looked toward William. The two men faced each other from a distance.
William's lips were pressed tight. He turned and walked into the stairwell. Soon, everyone saw William riding the transparent elevator on the outside of the building, rapidly descending.
His gaze remained fixed on them.
He looked at York, then at Amelia, who had her back to him and never turned around. Sadness filled his eyes.
And Amelia.
Amelia looked at the livestream camera. She took the photo from the Polaroid nearby and calmly walked to the frame beside her.
The camera followed her.
She carefully slid the photo into the frame.
She looked at the livestream camera.
"This is what I brought to the third venue," she said.
"The first two venues were the past, and this venue is the present."
Through the livestream screen, she saw the crowd instinctively part to make way.
She smiled and tightened her grip on York's hand.
"Now, I've stepped out of the shadows."
She continued, "I have something important to announce."
Amelia looked up and met York's gaze, and they exchanged a quiet, knowing smile.
"We're together," York said. "From now on, Amelia is my girlfriend."
Isabella's livestream screen remained inexplicably frozen on that note.
Behind Amelia's livestream camera, William stood in the path the crowd had parted for him.
They had finally made their relationship public.
Not just words, but a public declaration.
Just as she had once publicly released their divorce certificate.
The sunlight was perfect, everything was golden, illuminating Amelia and York's smiles with dazzling happiness.
It felt as though the moment was far from over.
A sudden sense of dread crept over William.
For the first time, he felt genuinely afraid.