Turning to Logan Hunter, she said, "I can't keep going, and you don't have to follow me. I've given you the route, so lead the team. We'll split the wolf legs between us, and as for these people's food, let them figure it out themselves."
Logan Hunter was still trying to process her words when the timid girl blushed and stammered, "No, no, I... I..." She wanted to explain that she genuinely wanted to help Amelia, not just get her hands on the route map. But she was too nervous and stumbled over her words, becoming even more flustered.
"I understand." Amelia, who usually kept to herself, responded to the girl.
Only then did Logan Hunter snap out of it and protest, "No, I can't leave you here alone."
"You should worry about yourselves. I'll take care of myself." Amelia retorted.
"But... but you..." Logan Hunter, who wasn't good with words, was no match for Amelia.
"What about me? If I can't make it, so be it. There's no need to force it. I won't be in danger, so you take the others and go. If all of Class Six passes, I might still have a chance to make it as a group."
Amelia looked calmly at Logan Hunter, who knew she had tranquilizers and that it wouldn't be very dangerous. Under Amelia's cold gaze, Logan Hunter slowly agreed.
Since he was rescued, he hadn't really known how to resist Amelia's words!
No one knew what to say, so Amelia decided to stay behind. Even Logan Hunter, who had been the only one to follow her, was sent away. Amelia looked calm, as if this was her way of repaying the kindness that had been shown to her. As for food, she would find a way. She wasn't so selfless as to give up her own supplies.
Having Logan Hunter lead the team was a way to repay the favor he had shown her all along.
Everything was clear, and emotions were plain.
At this point, no one had any complaints about Amelia. In fact, they felt ashamed of their behavior on the journey and even more guilty now. Except for Quinn Cooper, who still hated her to death, everyone else looked ashamed.
With complex expressions, they followed Logan Hunter and left. The timid, stuttering girl bit her lip and couldn't help looking back at Amelia, who stood quietly in the open forest, a petite girl who was both delicate and incredibly strong, so strong that it was almost blinding, causing her eyes to turn slightly red.
Wyatt Parker glanced at Logan Hunter, whose eyes were slightly deep, and followed him in silence. Amelia gave Logan Hunter the route, and surprisingly, she let the fool Logan Hunter lead the team. His face became more and more ugly, as gloomy as water.
Amelia's gaze still didn't fall on him, indifferent and ignored, but she kept looking at Logan Hunter, giving him the illusion that he couldn't even compare to the fool Logan Hunter. Wyatt Parker felt he had never been so unhappy.
He didn't know it would get even worse. Logan Hunter was physically strong and fast, not accommodating the team at all. He also didn't distribute his food, including Wyatt Parker's, firmly remembering Amelia's instructions.
Before long, the forest, which had been lively before, was now only Amelia alone, looking lonely and pitiful. The open forest seemed to swallow Amelia at any time.
Was Amelia really giving up? Of course not. She had some painkillers from Xavier Rivera, just in case.
Xavier Rivera gave her painkillers that could numb the body's nerves if taken in large quantities, making her feel no pain for a while, and her energy would also improve a lot, so she could endure the trial.
She was not refusing help, but every student was exhausted. Even if she accepted help by suppressing her autism, it was almost impossible for others to help her pass the trial. It was better for her to be tough herself.
She was ready to forcibly persevere with the medicine, but even if she had no common sense, she knew that painkillers should not be used indiscriminately. But at the moment, she had no time to think about it.
Looking around, there was no one else. Amelia's gaze became fierce.
She took out a small medicine bottle from her backpack and held it tightly in her hand.
She didn't think too much about the harm the medicine would cause to her body. She only thought about how much dosage she needed to take to ensure that she could hold on until she reached the bottom of the mountain.
Amelia opened the bottle and poured out a lot of pills. The white pills were clearly visible on her scratched palms. After thinking for a moment, she gritted her teeth and poured out a few more, holding them in her hand with narrowed eyes, ready to take them.
"What are you eating?" A cold and harsh voice, with a violent air, shook Amelia's hand that was about to put the pills into her mouth. The pills fell to the ground and rolled several times, covered in mud, looking somewhat striking.
She couldn't believe it and raised her head suddenly, looking at the person in front of her, unable to speak for a moment due to her excitement.
"I'm asking what you're eating?" The person grabbed Amelia's wrist again and asked in a slow and hostile tone, his tone getting worse.
Amelia smiled, not a cold and expressionless smile, but a bright and lively one. Despite looking miserable and disheveled, she smiled in a way that could be described as beautiful in every way.
It was like a rare and fragrant flower blooming in a desolate and lonely valley.
"Tyler, you're here!" Her ethereal voice, which used to be indifferent, now carried a hint of dependence and coquetry.
Yes, Tyler had arrived just as she was about to take a dangerous risk. When he saw Amelia's situation in the surveillance footage, he immediately set out and tirelessly searched until he found her.
Amelia didn't ask Tyler how he managed to find her in such a vast mountainous area, how difficult and arduous it must have been. She only knew that he had come.
He found her, just like every other time before, no matter when or where. In her moment of desperation, Tyler had suddenly appeared before her like a beacon of light in the darkness, illuminating her heart.
She had worked hard for him, and he had appeared for her.
"Give it to me!" Tyler, with no mood for sentimentality, angrily pointed at the small bottle in Amelia's hand.
Amelia obediently handed it over, trembling slightly, looking pitiful.
She had been indifferent when facing a wolf and being left alone, but she couldn't remain indifferent now as she watched Tyler's increasingly ugly expression and the small bottle in his hand.
"Tyler, listen to me..." she began.
Tyler glanced at the bottle, suddenly enraged, and smashed it to the ground. The lid wasn't screwed on properly, and white pills spilled all over the floor.
"What do you want to say? Huh? That you don't care about your own body? That you're covered in bruises and still crazily taking painkillers?" Tyler snarled, his face full of uncontrollable rage.