Chapter 298: This Is My Promise

"It's my fault." William's voice was heavy with sadness. "Please don't ignore me, okay?"

York grew even angrier. He pulled Amelia behind him, staring coldly at William as he tried to block his line of sight.

"You have the nerve to bring that up." York's voice was icy. "William, if I were you, I'd disappear right now, instead of constantly using the past to hold back someone you've hurt so badly!"

William still ignored York. His eyes were red as he smiled and said, "Can we talk?"

"Just consider it a discussion about the transfer plan for the Martinez family assets."

The child... the Martinez family...

A surge of emotions washed over her, and Amelia opened her eyes again.

She tightened her grip on York's hand.

York understood what Amelia meant. He looked coldly at William and then at the onlookers trying to edge closer to eavesdrop.

"There's a tea room nearby." York withdrew his gaze, looked at William, and warned coldly, "William, you'd better be here to talk about the Martinez family matters!"

Only then did William glance at York, his gaze following York's arm down to their tightly clasped hands.

William gave a pained smile.

He had brought this all on himself.

The three of them made their way to the tea room.

Outside Floral Haven, the crowd was still buzzing, with countless people both online and offline heatedly discussing the matter.

"Is Isabella really faking her illness?"

"I don't know, but Amelia seemed very serious. It didn't look like she was lying!"

"But why won't Isabella admit it? William has already had his people take her for tests."

"I don't get it. And what Isabella just said about wanting to stab herself instead of Amelia—I think that's fake too. I saw her going for Amelia."

"Right, me too!"

...

Finally, someone summarized, "Either way, once Isabella's medical test results come out, the truth will be clear."

Both online and offline, people agreed with this conclusion.

So someone asked, "When will these results come out?"

People quickly provided an answer.

Because Amelia and the others left under bodyguard escort, no one could follow them.

Given Amelia's attitude, she wasn't going to say anything more anyway.

So they turned their attention to Isabella's medical test results and had all shifted their focus to Rhys's side.

Reporters crowded around Rhys, blocking his path.

Finally, Rhys said on camera, "The tests will take some time. We'll announce the results once they are ready."

Some people left first, while others kept their eyes on Rhys, eager to learn the results as soon as possible.

Rhys didn't chase them away. He was also waiting for the results.

#IsIsabellaFakingStomachCancer#

This hashtag was firmly at the top of the trending list.

Countless netizens were actively discussing it.

#WhenWillIsabellasTestResultsComeOut#

Under this hashtag, countless netizens were waiting for updates.

And among all these comments, the most common one was—"Isabella had better really have stomach cancer and be dying soon! If she dares to lie to me, I definitely won't let her get away with it!"

Many people agreed.

Outside Floral Haven, the scene had quieted down.

The caregiver now stood in a corner nearby.

The crowd that had gathered earlier had gradually dispersed, leaving Rhys's people to clean up the charity sale stalls and handle the aftermath.

The caregiver pretended to help, but her mind was racing.

Things had unfolded beyond her expectations.

She had thought there would be time to gather more evidence and that Isabella wouldn't be exposed so quickly.

She had assumed it would be revealed around Isabella's scheduled "death date," but it came sooner than expected.

The caregiver tightened her grip on the voice recorder in her pocket.

She wasn't sure if what she had would be enough.

On the other side, outside the alley, a man who had been watching the livestream nearby pulled his cap low over his face.

He searched online, confirmed which hospital Isabella was at for her medical examination, paused for a moment, then lowered his head, returned to his place to get something, and finally turned and left.

...

In the tea room, the three of them entered a private room.

William's assistant stood outside, holding the wheelchair.

Soon, someone brought in tea, and then the door to the tea room was closed.

The room was quiet, with only the steam from the tea curling upward.

Amelia sat beside York, while William sat opposite them.

The table, with its fragrant tea, stood between them.

William's eyes were red and bloodshot.

"You've lost weight again," he said softly.

Amelia ignored his remark and went straight to the point.

She said, "When are you planning to transfer the Martinez family assets to me?"

William pressed his lips tightly together as he looked at her with sadness.

So, going straight to the Martinez family matters?

"Is there anything else you don't want to talk about?" he said. "Can't we talk a little more?"

The atmosphere grew tense.

York, beside her, picked up the teapot, poured tea for Amelia, and set it by her hand.

Amelia picked up the tea and took a sip.

The tea carried a rich fragrance.

"William," Amelia continued, looking at him. "Since you already know everything, you should also understand that there's nothing left for us to talk about."

York frowned and said, "William, everything Amelia has done for the Brown Group over the years is more than enough to warrant the Martinez family assets."

William glanced at the tea in Amelia's hand.

York's gesture, and her natural way of drinking tea—all of it revealed the closeness between them as if it were part of their daily routine.

All of it made William's heart ache.

"If you don't want to discuss the Martinez family matters, then please leave," Amelia continued.

"I'll give them to you," William answered.

"When and where?" Amelia continued, her voice calm and without a trace of emotion.

William's hands trembled as he clenched them tightly.

"In a few days, the duel agreement will expire," William said.

York, beside her, frowned at William.

"First, let's clarify the terms of the agreement." William didn't look at York; he only looked at Amelia. "If you win, we'll proceed with the transfer. If you lose," William paused slightly before continuing, "we'll still proceed with the transfer."

York, beside her, let out a mocking laugh.

"William, what's the difference between saying this and saying nothing at all? You clearly know that Amelia has already won."

Amelia's concert had been successfully held, and everything was already clear.

But William completely ignored York; he only looked at Amelia.

The light fell across Amelia's face, her long lashes concealing her emotions.

At that moment, she finally looked up at William again.

"You said it," she said.

She didn't care what William said; she only wanted this final result.

"Yes, I said it," William said softly, his eyes red. "I promise you, this is my commitment."

"Okay," Amelia said.

She glanced at York before standing up.

York stood as well, and the two prepared to leave.

"Amelia!" William also stood up, enduring the pain.

Amelia didn't look at him; she simply lowered her eyes slightly. "Is there anything else?"

"Can you let York leave first? I still have something to say to you," he said, his voice pleading.

"No," York said warily. "William, I already know what kind of person you are!"

The apartment incident was still vivid in his mind. How could he possibly let William and Amelia be alone in a room together?

The room fell silent. William pressed his lips tightly together.

Just as Amelia was about to turn and leave, he lowered his head and, despite York still standing there, bent his knees and knelt in front of her.