Amelia curled the corner of her lips and looked at Ashley mockingly, saying, "Ask your fiancee if she's had enough!"

"Vince..." Ashley rubbed against Vince's arms.

Amelia bent down to pick up the rag and said expressionlessly, "If President Vince feels your fiancee has been wronged, you can continue to punish me!" Vince didn't expect her to be so resolute in admitting to "hurting" Amelia and even to "take the punishment".

For some reason, he suddenly didn't know what to do next or even what to say.

Seeing that he was slow to move, Amelia said openly, "If President Vince has no other instructions, then I'm leaving first." As she said that, she turned away resolutely.

At that moment, her seemingly indifferent expression was a little dazed! Vince, I still have fantasies about our relationship to this day.

But you never believed me and defended this woman who once dealt me a fatal blow again and again! Amelia's tears welled up in her eyes, she knew she couldn't cry, couldn't be weak!

How could Ashley here let Amelia get away unscathed? She clung to Vince's arm and pouted, "Vince, my face really hurts."

"Take a detour when you see her later."

"Vince, I..." Before she could finish, Vince left with a sullen face.

Ashley stomped her feet in anger! Why should she take a detour when she sees Amelia? It's that little bitch who should take a detour! Ashley turned her face and glared fiercely at Amelia.

At this moment, Amelia packed up her things, went downstairs and came to the company gate to wait for the bus home.

Ashley wouldn't let it go and grabbed Amelia by the collar.

Amelia turned her head subconsciously and saw a slap coming over her. She grabbed Ashley's hand and asked coldly, "Don't you like to pretend to be a white rabbit in front of Vince? He hasn't gone far, and if I shout a few times and he sees you like this, won't you be able to pretend any more?"

"Amelia --" Ashley gritted her teeth, wishing to devour her alive, "you're just a wretched woman who betrayed Vince, and you're a worn-out shoe who gave birth to a child! Why are you arguing with me for Vince?"

As soon as Ashley continued to bring up the child, those embarrassing and heart-wrenching past events came one after another.

"Ashley, I see you're looking for death!" Amelia seized the wrist of her hand and forcefully threw her out.

Ashley staggered back when someone grabbed her around the waist, and it was Vince.

His sharp gaze swept over Amelia's face like a knife.

"Vince..." Ashley once again turned into a pitiful face, gently snuggling in his broad arms, with her hands around his waist, in a low voice like a little bird, "It hurts."

Vince grabbed her wrist, looking at the red marks on it, his pretty eyebrows and eyes furrowed. He raised his head and said coldly, "Amelia, I said, don't forget your identity!"

"Identity?" Amelia clenched her fists, suppressing the bitterness, all the grievances to her heart. "Vince, all these years I've endured your disregard and contempt for me. But I have my dignity, she has provoked me again and again, and..."

Vince interrupted her quickly: "It's because you're not self-respecting and too lowly that you give others something to talk about! If you were innocent, who could hurt you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Amelia felt her head buzzing and she lost the ability to think.

All these years Vince had been cold and distant to her, and rather harsh in his words, but he had never stabbed her with such sharp words as he did today.

Perhaps that was the most genuine thought in his heart, but he only spoke it out today.

Five years of perseverance and vigilance were shattered in an instant.

At this moment, Ashley curled the corner of her lips, a face hidden in his arms, laughing merrily.

A black business car was moving at a steady pace towards the House of Jones group. The driver stared straight ahead, Kevin in the back seat closed his eyes as if lost in thought, and Alan beside him lay on the window glass, his black eyes looking at the view outside.

Suddenly, he saw Amelia standing face to face with a man and a woman. The man's face was rather cold and gloomy, and the woman in his arms had a smug smile on her lips.

Amelia stood with a pale face, trembling all over her body.

The fairy was bullied! That was Alan's first reaction.

"Driver, stop!" Alan shouted and then pushed Kevin beside him: "Dad, fairy seems to be being bullied!" The driver slowed down and then looked at Kevin in the back seat, waiting for his instructions.

Kevin opened his eyes lazily and looked in the direction Alan was pointing. He saw Amelia clenched her fists, trembling all over, her face extremely pale, with tears glistening in her eyes.

She was agitated, but seemed to be holding back her emotions.

It was supposed to be a breakdown, but there was a stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat in her brows.

A faint smile crossed the corner of Kevin's mouth, and then he gave an expressionless order, "Let's go."

"Ah --" Alan screamed, "Dad, your daughter-in-law has been bullied by others. How can you just stand by and do nothing!"

Kevin: "..."

"fairy is the woman I have my eye on now!" Alan emphasized angrily.

"So?"Dad, you have to help fairy."

"Didn't you say she was your woman?"If I were to help her, she could only be your mother," said Kevin, straightening his sleeves.

"Don't snatch the fairy, you old man don't deserve her!" Alan pursed his lips. "Only a gentleman like me is her guardian."

"Really? Driver, drive."

Alan took a peek at his father's face and struggled for a long time before fidgeting and pulling Kevin's coat corner.

Then he raised his childish face and tentatively said, "Dad, I'm still young. How about you keep an eye on the fairy for me? After all, she's your future daughter-in-law."

Kevin said unmoved, "I said that if I go to help her, she can only be your mother."

Alan clutched his sleeves with both hands, looking up pitifully, his eyes brimming with tears as if he were about to burst into tears in the next second. Even his voice was choked, "Dad, if..." If you like fairy too, I'm willing to let go for her better. But you must love her well." At this point, he couldn't hold back his tears and wiped them.

At that moment, the driver couldn't help laughing and stopped the car, looking back at Alan.

Their young master has always been a little kid, but he never expected to grow up to this extent.

The words "Let go of love" from his little mouth are not sad or pitiful at all, but rather very amusing.

Kevin's gaze once again rested on Amelia's face, looking at her isolated and helpless appearance, and for some reason a dream emerged in his mind, in which a long-haired woman was breathing with him.

That familiar yet strange feeling stirred up an indescribable ripple in his heart.

After a moment, he lowered his eyes and said, "This time I can help you, but count it in your three requests next month."

Alan was overjoyed and nodded obediently: "All right, Dad."

A moment later, a black business car pulled up in front of the House of Jones Group.

"Get in the car." The back seat window was lowered and Kevin, sitting on the inside, spoke slowly across Alan.

Amelia, though she couldn't see the man in the car clearly, remembered his voice and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?" Kevin's voice was flat: "Pick you up from work."

Amelia didn't understand, but looked at the cute little head that got out of the car and immediately came to her senses.

Alan playfully stuck out his tongue at her and whispered lip-syncing her: "fairy, don't be afraid. Dad and I are here to save you!" Saying this, he pushed open the car door, ran to her side with his two short legs, took her hand and went into the car.

Vince, suppressing his anger, asked Kevin in the car with some displeasure, "Who are you?"