"You should kneel before those who hurt me and beg them to atone for their sins with death, not kneel before me to tell your hidden secrets. I am the one who died, not them. You have secrets? Who doesn't?"
Amelia stared at Henry, her anger unable to be concealed in her eyes: "You pursued me, I refused, and you swore to me that you would support my career, tolerate everything about me, and walk side by side with me on this path. But what happened? Your father personally killed me, and you tricked me into coming home to be killed. Henry, are you still a man?"
"Haven't you always been working hard to uncover the truth of my death? Now that you've found it, what's next? Stop seeking revenge?"
"Coward," Amelia looked at Henry and spoke word by word.
These two words made Henry lower his head slowly.
Like a person whose spine had been snapped.
Amelia slowly got up with the support of the ground, her swaying figure giving a sense of extreme desolation.
