Chapter 217: Exposing Isabella's Hypocrisy
Amelia's indifference was evident on her face.
She looked at Isabella and said mercilessly, "If your first livestream is just to show off where I used to live, to let others see traces of my past life, to make me uncomfortable, then you really underestimate me."
Amelia said, "In fact, I think you're pathetic."
"I have a clear conscience about everything I've done in the past, and I don't regret loving the wrong person."
She pointed at the two prop certificates.
"Just like the marriage certificate from back then and the divorce certificate now - the whole Shadow City knows about it. Why should I deny or hide it?"
Isabella over there turned pale, but her eyes reddened.
"I didn't," Isabella said pitifully with red eyes. "Amelia, you're twisting my words. I'm just doing a livestream here."
Amelia laughed.
"Am I twisting your words?" she said softly, looking at the screen.
"The time, location, and livestream content - you chose all of these, didn't you?"
Isabella immediately said, "It's all just a coincidence."
"A coincidence?" Amelia repeated.
Amelia's smile became more sarcastic.
Without Amelia saying more, the comments were already scrolling like crazy.
No one believed this was a coincidence.
After all, as Amelia said, Isabella could have chosen all of this herself.
Amelia's new product launch time had been announced in advance.
Even if the timing was coincidental, what about the location?
Everyone still remembered that the originally announced livestream location wasn't here.
Taking it even further, even if there was a sudden issue with the venue, an unexpected situation.
Then, during the livestream, pointing the camera at the wedding photo of Amelia and William still hanging on the wall that hadn't been taken down - that was Isabella's doing, right?
The person who initiated the livestream connection was Isabella, right?
If it were just one or two coincidences, that would be fine, but so many coincidences together, plus things Isabella actively did herself.
Could this still be called a coincidence?
Moreover, whether it was the wedding photo still on the wall or the suggestive bathroom decor, it proved one thing.
That Amelia and William had truly loved each other.
No interference, no ambiguous timeline or questionable relationship.
But a legitimate, legally married couple recognized and blessed by their elders.
What's more, people brought by Soren pointed out what Amelia found inconvenient to say—
"A real product competition should focus on the products themselves, like how Amelia's livestream has been showcasing the Golden series products all along. Even with many marketing gimmicks, it ultimately comes back to the products."
[Isabella says her livestream content is about floral arrangements, but she's either placing flowers next to Amelia and William's wedding photo or snooping around someone's bathroom. She's spent very little time actually on the flowers."
"I remember watching Isabella's other livestreams before, and they weren't like this."
"What Isabella is really doing is using Amelia to boost herself while insulting her."
These were all coordinated by Amelia through her phone just now.
She had put up with Isabella long enough.
Everyone was discussing, and comments were flying by rapidly.
People who had been betrayed by Isabella at The Sound of Heaven also came forward to speak.
The scene became quite chaotic.
Amelia didn't bother with the chaos on Isabella's side.
She just smiled and looked at the people experiencing the event.
"Sorry to keep you all waiting. Let's continue forward. The last location is ahead," Amelia said softly.
Everyone had seen enough here, so they followed Amelia forward.
A breeze blew by, and the two prop certificates in the frame opened, revealing the inside pages.
Since they were prop certificates, there were no specific details like birth dates, but the names were clear.
Amelia, William.
On the marriage certificate prop, there was a large stamp - "Cancelled."
And the divorce certificate represented her freedom.
...
Amelia had already led everyone away.
Meanwhile, Isabella was somewhat overwhelmed.
Isabella tried to use her usual weak approach to gain sympathy and even started coughing again.
But it triggered some backlash.
[Honestly, if she's really that sick, there's no need to come out and do this competition.]
[Always making excuses for her because she's sick. It's just that Amelia isn't sick now, so she can't use that angle.]
But these comments were quickly scrolled away.
Isabella's eyes were full of tears.
She looked at the camera as a tear rolled down her cheek and fell into the vase she was holding.
But she immediately turned away and wiped her tears.
"Forget it," she said sadly, head down, looking pitiful. "I know that no matter what I say, it's useless."
"Just by being here to livestream, everything I do is wrong. Even my existence is wrong."
As Isabella spoke, Amelia had already brought everyone to the next hall.
This hall represented the present.
There were Polaroid cameras here for taking photos as souvenirs.
A huge golden river flowed through this space.
Continuing from the previous scene's jeweled waves, here there were golden sand grains in the river, small beaches, and reefs.
On these small beaches and reefs, various golden frames were placed or leaning, half-covered by the river's mist, mysterious and beautiful.
The frames came in all shapes and sizes, with enough blank space, and in front of each frame were products from the Golden series.
Amelia was introducing them when suddenly Isabella's voice came through.
"Amelia!"
Amelia turned to look at the livestream equipment.
She saw that Isabella had finished arranging a new bouquet.
"These are the roses I arranged," Isabella said, her face still showing tear stains.
Amelia looked at her calmly, waiting for her to speak.
Isabella "bravely" wiped the tears from her face and said, "I don't care what you think."
"But I really didn't have those thoughts you mentioned. I never wanted to hurt you."
"All this time, many people have told me to go to the master bedroom, but I never did. That was my respect for you," Isabella said with a pout.
Amelia didn't even lift her eyelids. "And then?"
Isabella started crying again. "Now I realize that my goodwill means nothing to you all."
"You still blame me and think I'm bullying you." Isabella said, wiping her eyes again.
"So now I'm going to go!"
She said it as if she was upset and wronged, looking stubborn, as if she was being forced to go against Amelia, as if Amelia was making her go.
Amelia was amused by Isabella's hypocrisy.
"If I said don't go, would you not go?"
"Stop making excuses. Go if you want to."
These words were merciless and left Isabella stunned.
"You!" Isabella was too choked up to speak.
But Amelia had already stopped paying attention to her and continued introducing the new products.
The livestream chat was filled with laughter.
Isabella lowered her head, hiding the hatred in her eyes.
She had just received word that Rhys and Harold had arrived outside the villa. Although her people were blocking the door, they couldn't hold them off much longer.
She had to be quick.
So she said with her head down, as if "in a huff," "I won'tgo to the master bedroom just because you said that."
"Amelia, haven't you been preparing things for each location? What have you prepared for the third location? I can't wait to see."
Amelia still ignored her and finished introducing this location.
Then, as Isabella entered the master bedroom holding the rose bouquet and vase, Amelia made an internal call.
"York, it's time," she said, with a smile in her eyes.
In the distance, the sound of helicopter rotors could be faintly heard.