"My aunt knows a bit of medicine; she treated my stomach illness and Norris's fever in the past," Amelia said, her eyes downcast. "We can ask her to try."
Trenton Smith paused, then said softly: "Thank you."
Amelia looked at him, her lips pressed tightly together. Her voice trembled with a certain coldness: "I'm not doing this for you, so you don't need to thank me. Honestly Mr. Smith, if you don't love her, someone else will. If you want her dead, at least be swift and clean about it, not just slowly torturing her with your soft knife!" Her eyes welled up with tears again, as if her heart would break, "Don't take for granted her ability to tolerate, and bully her as you please. She has been spoiled by our Alex since she was young. Even if she does something wrong, it's not your place to hurt her--She was with you for three years. Has she ever done anything to deserve such ruthless revenge from you?!"
