The next day, Grace Manor's butler, Uncle Taylor, kindly said to Amelia, "Miss, young master asked me to take you to St. Hua University." Then he restrained himself from asking again, "Miss, are you alright?"
No wonder Uncle Taylor asked like that, because Amelia didn't look very good now. Her skin was too delicate. Her back was scratched by roses last night and was inflamed. There were also a few scratches on her face. She cried a lot and didn't sleep well at night, so her face was pale, her eyes were extremely swollen, and bloodshot. Her tender, red lips were also cracked.
"I'm...fine!" She looked around, but didn't see Tyler's figure.
Feeling a little regretful, Tyler wasn't at home and was actually avoiding her. It seemed that he was really angry this time.
After waking up, she didn't feel too wronged, but was a little worried about Tyler's mood. She didn't want to have any conflicts with him. In this life, she hoped to give him the best of everything.
This time, the servants in the villa did not avoid her. Perhaps it was Tyler's orders. After all, Amelia was going out of the door. What else was there to avoid?
Amelia didn't react for a while and felt her hair stand on end. She bit her lip to restrain the urge to turn around and run away.
The servants looked curiously at the mysterious Miss in front of them. It had been five years, and everyone knew that there was a stunning girl in this villa. However, few people had seen her. This girl had been staying in Davis's room on the second floor and hardly ever came out.
Today, she came out like this, standing in front of everyone. They heard that she was going to school. Was this Miss stupid? She was protected and favored by a young general. Why did she still need to go to school?
But this Miss looked really bad. Her eyes were swollen like walnuts, and there were scratches on her face. It was really not pretty.
Where was the fairy-like beauty that was promised? It was rare to see such beauty in the world.
While everyone was scrutinizing Amelia, she began to control her autism.
"Amelia, don't be afraid. Amelia isn't afraid. They are all pumpkins. There's no need to be afraid!" She muttered to herself for a long time, and gradually calmed down.
See, she said she could do it. It was a kind of self-hypnosis that she had trained for a long time in her past life, which allowed her to go out and live like a normal person.
It's not that she's not afraid, she just hides her fear in a place where even she can't see it. Under severe stimulation, she still falls ill.
"Uncle Taylor, let's go!" Amelia said calmly.
Uncle Taylor looked at Amelia in surprise. As the butler of Grace Manor, he knew about Amelia's condition. Her autism was severe, and the only one she could get close to was the young master. Even he couldn't be too close to her. Lately, Miss Amelia had been acting a bit strange!
Although Uncle Taylor was puzzled, he didn't think too much. The young master had ordered him to take Miss Amelia, whether she was afraid or not, and bring her to where she needed to go. He wondered what these two were up to now!
Every time Miss Amelia acted out, the young master would explode like a volcano. It was terrifying, too terrifying!
Uncle Taylor didn't ponder for too long before immediately instructing the driver to go to the garage and get the car ready. He led Amelia out of the villa!
A black Porsche was parked outside Grace Manor. Amelia followed Uncle Taylor into the car and sat quietly in the back seat, watching the scenery outside the window quickly recede. She pouted her lips, Tyler still hadn't shown up. She really didn't want to be separated from Tyler!
But she had to go. She had only five years left, and with her high IQ, she was confident she could find a way to save Tyler.
Amelia's high IQ wasn't just her own strange confidence, it had been officially tested when she was sent to the villa and had a score of nearly 200.
Perhaps it was because of this high IQ that she had a strange and solitary personality and low emotional intelligence. After all, geniuses were always lonely...