Chapter 115 Dispose of Her
As soon as Lucas spoke, everyone looked toward Amelia.
She was wearing the white dress she'd changed into for the shoot, its hem swaying in the breeze like a blooming white rose.
The sunlight seemed to edge the white dress with gold, making Amelia herself appear to glow.
Amelia was really beautiful.
Natalie put down her racket and walked over.
"Did you see the celebrity you like?"
Amelia was confused for a moment, until she caught Lucas's hint from the corner of her eye. Then she immediately understood.
She had left with Lucas, but only Lucas came back first.
So Lucas had made up an excuse for her—that she went celebrity chasing.
Natalie didn't know about Amelia's abilities and identity, so she naturally assumed Amelia was just an ordinary girl from the countryside, innocent and cheerful, who liked beautiful people and things.
So when Lucas said Amelia went celebrity chasing, Natalie didn't doubt it at all.
Amelia understood Lucas's meaning with just one look and went along with Natalie's question: "Yes, I did."
To prevent Natalie from asking more questions she couldn't answer, she added: "After seeing them in person, I think they're not even as handsome as Lucas. Wasted a whole morning. I won't chase celebrities anymore—supporting Lucas is enough."
Natalie was amused by her childish words.
"Chase celebrities or not, it's up to you. As long as you're happy. Did you have lunch?"
"Yes, I met some new friends and had a meal with them. I even brought back two dishes."
Amelia held up the food container in her hand.
Grant immediately took it from her.
"I didn't eat enough at lunch. I need to taste this properly. If Amelia says it's good, then it must be good."
"You!" Natalie shook her head, then smiled.
Amelia smiled too.
Out there, she had to stay busy and worried, but back at The Richardson Manor, she felt her body relax and her mood lift.
She had gone from being guarded and calculating at first to now truly considering The Richardson Manor her real home.
Home is a place where you can relax.
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Since she went out in the morning, Amelia couldn't find an excuse to go out again in the afternoon, so she returned to her room to carefully study how to cure Liam's leg.
The acupuncture treatment was ongoing, but external application was also needed.
The medicine for external application needed careful consideration.
Not one ingredient more or less would work.
Moreover, after one week, she would need to use Shadow Realm Needling to treat Liam.
Shadow Realm Needling couldn't have even the slightest error, or not only would it fail to cure his leg, it could endanger his life.
And more importantly, Shadow Realm Needling needed to be done while the patient was conscious.
She needed to figure out how to get Liam to agree to the treatment.
Liam had completely given up on curing his leg and was even somewhat afraid.
Afraid that any hope that finally arose would be crushed again.
So convincing Liam was also a tricky matter.
Therefore, for the rest of the day, Amelia stayed home without going out.
Meanwhile, Isaac, who had been rebuffed by Amelia, also returned home from the hospital.
He had originally planned to wait at the entrance and question her when she came out.
But before he could wait for her, his hand hurt so badly he had to go to the hospital.
Fortunately, it was just dislocated, not fractured.
But the muscle was also strained, so his movements weren't as flexible. When he got home, Piper immediately noticed something was wrong.
"What happened to your hand?"
"Nothing."
The word had barely left his mouth when Piper grabbed his hand.
He gasped in pain.
"What happened?" Piper was so scared she didn't dare move.
Isaac was silent for a moment, then decided to tell the truth: "Mom, I saw Amelia. She's not dead."
Piper froze, then shook her head. "That's impossible. Everyone was burned to death in that fire. Have you been in a bad state these past few days? Did you see wrong?"
"I couldn't have seen wrong! This is the second time I've seen her. I even talked to her, and she recognized me too. She also knows that we were the ones who tried to sell her."
Piper's face turned pale.
"But the house burned down and everyone died inside."
"Are you sure the body count was right?"
Piper didn't say anything.
She hadn't seen it with her own eyes, so she didn't know how many people had burned to death inside.
"Let me call and ask."
She picked up her phone to call someone in the village, but Isaac stopped her.
"I saw her with my own eyes. What's there to confirm?"
"Then what did she say? Will she report us to the police for trying to sell her?"
"She won't report us." Isaac said coldly. "That fire was suspicious. From how things look now, she might have set it."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's report her! Say she committed arson!"
Isaac looked at Piper like she was an idiot.
"Report her for arson, and then what? Admit we were trafficking people? Go to prison together with her?"
Piper choked and didn't dare mention reporting to the police again. She only asked: "Then what do we do now?"
Isaac clenched his fist and said: "Trick her into coming home. She's different from before—she's changed too much. We can't control her. We need to find a way to get rid of her. Otherwise, she might even ruin my marriage."
"Where is she?"
Isaac rubbed his temples irritably. "I don't know."
"Then how do we trick her into coming?"
Isaac grew more irritated.
Piper was useless—she couldn't solve any problems, only raise them.
"Starting tomorrow, you'll wait outside a company entrance every day. When you see her, find a way to trick her into coming back. I'll give you the company address."
He knew nothing about Amelia, so he could only have his mother try her luck at the Crawford Group branch entrance.
Compared to him, the "brother" she hadn't seen in years, Amelia would have deeper feelings for Piper.
And she'd be easier to trick.
Piper obeyed Isaac's every word. Hearing this, she immediately nodded: "Okay."
Just then, Isaac's phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, Isaac's face beneath the mask changed.
It was Maeve.
Usually when she called, Isaac was very happy, but now he was a bit scared.
Because his face—he couldn't let Maeve see it.
He walked to the balcony and answered the call.
"Maeve."
Maeve's tone was very anxious.
"Isaac, I heard you were injured? Is it serious? I'm coming to see you."
These past few days, Isaac had been using work as an excuse and hadn't seen her for several days.
She already missed Isaac, and hearing he was injured made her even more anxious.
"It's not serious, just a minor strain. I'll be fine soon. I'll come see you when I'm better."
"No, I want to see you now."
"Now isn't convenient."
"What's inconvenient about it?"
"I'm worried it's inconvenient for you. If your parents find out you came to see me, they'll be unhappy again."
"It's fine. I made an excuse to go out. I'm already downstairs at your place. Get ready to let me in."
Isaac quickly looked down and indeed saw Maeve getting out of a luxury car.
Isaac's face instantly turned deathly pale.