Chapter 390: Escape from That Home

Chapter 390: Escape from That Home

But who would have thought that good intentions led to bad outcomes, ruining Sharon's family.

Amelia felt not only heartache for Sharon, but also guilt.

Samuel noticed her mood improving, took her hand, and said, "Leaving a family like that isn't necessarily a bad thing."

"I'm not worried about her leaving that family," Amelia said. "It's that she can't leave."

Samuel was quiet for a moment, then said, "Let's ask her in a bit. If she's willing to leave, we'll help her."

"How?"

"I'll find a way. Families like that look complicated from the outside, but they're actually the easiest to handle."

"Really?"

"Trust me."

So Amelia stopped asking.

She trusted Samuel.

The two knocked on the door, and the caregiver's voice answered them.

This caregiver had been selected by Natalie, named Sophia.

Uma didn't come on this trip, but she'd looked after Felix here long enough to know most of the household staff really well.

Sophia was was even-tempered, careful, genuinely kind, and full of compassion.

The door opened, and Amelia saw Sophia's face.

She recognized her immediately, before being sent to care for Sharon, Sophia was responsible for cleaning the villa's bedrooms.

Bedrooms were quite private, so the fact that she was trusted with them meant she was very reliable.

"Mrs. Crawford, Mr. Crawford."

The two nodded, their eyes already moving toward the hospital bed.

Sharon was lying with her back to them, completely still.

"Is she asleep?" Amelia asked in a low voice.

"No." Sophia bit her lip, sighed, and said, "She won't talk to me or eat. I was just about to call Mrs. Richardson—I'm not sure I can look after Sharon properly."

Sophia blamed herself. She thought Sharon didn't like her, and that was why things had gotten this bad.

"It's not your fault. Let me talk to her for a bit. Go tell the doctor that Sharon won't eat, and have them bring IV nutrition."

Sharon resisted eating but didn't resist treatment.

So they could only have the doctor prepare IV nutrition to inject nutrients directly into her bloodstream to maintain the energy her body needed.

"Okay."

Sophia left.

Amelia and Samuel moved to the bedside.

They walked around to the side facing the window.

They assumed she was watching the scenery outside, but instead she was just staring at a fixed spot on the wall.

Unblinking. Completely still.

The two curiously followed her gaze in the direction Sharon was looking, and saw a spider web stretched in the corner, wind-torn, a hole opening through its center.

A small spider was struggling to repair the web, but the wind quickly tore another hole in it before it could finish.

Amelia spoke up, "Sharon, are you watching the spider weave its web? Or do you want us to remove the spider web?"

Sharon's eyes finally moved, looking at her with a blank gaze.

But the moment her eyes met Samuel's, there was finally some sign of life.

"Samuel."

"It's me." Samuel nodded, then introduced Amelia. "Do you remember her? She's my bride. She's also the person who was with me that day and saved you. She wanted to help unlock your shackles, but you were afraid of her, so she let me unlock them instead."

Sharon looked at Amelia in surprise.

"But didn't you have long hair? And the person with Samuel that day wasn't you, it was a man."

Sharon was willing to talk, which was a good thing.

Amelia smiled and patiently answered her questions.

Not like dealing with a child, but more like talking to someone her own age—serious, careful, and clear.

The blankness in Sharon's eyes slowly brightened.

She sat up in bed and asked, "You can make human skin masks, so can you make one for me?"

"Sure, but what do you want a human skin mask for? If it's to do something bad, I can't help you."

Sharon lowered her eyes slightly and said, "I'm not doing something illegal. I want to become someone no one recognizes and go wandering on my own."

Then she looked up at the spider web and said, "Even the little spider can weave its own web and make itself a home. I can make myself a home too."

These words made Amelia's heart ache.

She exchanged a glance with Samuel, and they were certain that Sharon had no intention of going back.

Just then the doctor came to start the IV.

Sharon wasn't afraid of needles at all. She didn't even flinch or look away, but watched steadily as the needle pierced her skin.

After the IV was set up, Amelia said, "Sharon, we'll help you, but we won't use a human skin mask. We'll use another method. Will you give us some time to figure out what to do?"

Sharon nodded.

"As long as you don't send me back to my parents, I'll do anything!"

"Okay, but before that, you need to take good care of yourself and not make us worry. You need to eat well and talk to people."

Amelia made many "requests," and Sharon agreed to all of them.

The stayed for over an hour before leaving.

In the car, Amelia spoke first.

"Sharon is a very smart and sensible child. For her to say she doesn't want to go back, she must have been suffering from her parents' abuse for a long time, not just from this incident."

Samuel nodded. "If that's the case, then we'll do our best to save her."

"Not do our best—we must save her."

Amelia said very seriously, "Back when Piper was keeping me, I dreamed every day that someone would come from the sky to save me. Now that I have the ability to save people, I absolutely can't ignore her."

She was saving Sharon, but also saving her childhood self.

"I understand. Let me think about it and investigate Sharon's family situation first. Once I have a clearer picture, I'll tell you the plan."

"Okay."

The car sped along, and when they passed a certain place, Amelia suddenly called out for the driver to stop.

"What's wrong?" Samuel asked.

"Come with me, let's go to an old place."

Amelia opened the car door and got out. Samuel told the driver to wait there, then quickly got out to follow Amelia.

This was a coastal road. Amelia pulled Samuel through a small grove of coconut trees to a stall on the beach.

This was the stall of the vendor who sold desserts.

The vendor recognized Samuel and Amelia almost immediately.

"Back again? You seem to be in a good mood today, not like last time."

"Was my bad mood that obvious last time?"

"Of course. I felt like you were about to cry, ma'am."

The vendor's words made Amelia want to cry again.

But this time it was happy crying.

She held back her tears and said, "Because the sad thing has been resolved, so I'm in a good mood."

"Well, congratulations! To celebrate your problem being solved, today's desserts are free!"

"Thank you!"

But when they left, Amelia still left money behind.