Chapter 235

Driven by guilt toward Wesley, Nox had really gone too far this time.

Just a few minutes after leaving, Nox got a call from a number he had saved but never dialed before. It was Blair.

A peculiar smile crept onto his face as he pressed the answer button.

"Where's Wesley? I've called him more than ten times, and he hasn't answered once. What did you make him do?"

Blair's voice was filled with urgency and fear.

Nox was twisted enough to do anything bizarre to Wesley, even sending him to his death wouldn't be out of character.

"So, you do care about Wesley a little, not just using him completely. That's rare."

"Just tell me what you've done with him! What's so important that he can't even answer his phone? Nox, I know you're powerful and wealthy, and there's nothing you wouldn't dare to do. But Wesley is my parents' most precious treasure. If you harm him, no amount of benefits or deals will make them forgive you, do you understand?"

Blair's voice paused, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "And by the way, having Wesley and yourself constantly appearing in front of Amelia with masks on, afraid of being discovered—don't you think that's something we could use against you? What if I told Amelia about it? What do you think would happen? Honestly, I'm quite curious. Or maybe I should spread the word and let the world know. I'm sure someone in Nyrathis would use that against you. Aren't you afraid?"

Nox stopped in his tracks, a dangerous smile playing on his lips even without face-to-face contact. He spoke calmly, "In recent years, only one person has dared to threaten me like this. You're quite brave. Today, I've realized you're indeed smarter than Wesley, with a better knack for reading people."

Under normal circumstances, Blair might have felt secretly pleased, but now she couldn't care less. "Enough with the talk. Just tell me where Wesley is. I've been trying to reach him all day, and not a single call has gone through."

"Is that so?" Nox casually sat at a table. "You miss Wesley that much? He's in the hospital, unconscious, and it looks pretty serious. Do you know what illness he has?"

"What?" Blair, in her panic, accidentally knocked something over. "What's wrong with him? What illness? It wasn't you, was it?"

Compared to Blair's tension, Nox was exceptionally calm. He snapped his fingers. "You guessed right. It was because of me. Not only that, but I even had a doctor cut his wound to match mine. He lost a lot of blood and has a high fever. He's being treated right now."

His tone was as casual as if he were discussing the weather.

Blair gritted her teeth, her voice trembling. "Nox, how could you do this to Wesley? All those promises you made to my family are just empty words, with no real projects or contracts. You're taking advantage of my parents' hopes and treating Wesley like this. If they find out, they won't let you get away with it."

"But I don't think you'll tell them, will you? If you're as worried about Wesley as you say, you can come here and see him yourself. And conveniently, your beloved William is here too. It's a win-win."

Meanwhile, Amelia pushed William's wheelchair around the village, even taking him to the orphanage where she once lived.

Thanks to a significant investment from Silverlight City, the orphanage had been renovated and revitalized, brimming with new energy.

Many things had changed, becoming unfamiliar, with only a few remnants of the past.

"Did you spend a lot of time there?" William pointed to a wall, relying on memories from long ago.

Amelia looked over, surprised. She had indeed often sat there alone, playing the piano.

"Yeah, it's been a long time since I was here."

A few children ran past, laughing. One of them looked up with a pure, innocent face. "You're so pretty. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. When I grow up, I want to be as pretty as you."

Amelia had been away from the orphanage for a long time, and all the children had changed. Compared to the little troublemakers she remembered, these kids seemed like angels.

Of course, it could also be that Amelia had been an outcast among them, unwilling to tolerate anyone different. Young Amelia had been that outcast.

She paused, a small smile forming, but she didn't respond.

The children didn't mind, continuing their playful chase.

Her mood lifted slightly from the compliment, and she began talking more, even cheerfully sharing stories about the orphanage with William.

"It's really amazing," Amelia realized after finishing her stories. She pressed her temples. "Why am I telling you all this? It's a waste of time."

She bent down, ruffling William's hair, looking at him upside down. "You're really lucky. I rarely talk about Maple Town or myself. I don't want to be judged by others. Today is a first."

Amelia touched William's nose lightly. "You must be special. Even I treat you differently."