Paxton had just had heart stent surgery and looked pretty weak, but the second he saw Amelia outside the door, a spark of excitement lit up his tired eyes.

"Amelia, is that you? Really?" Paxton was thrilled and tried to get out of bed.

Amelia's face tightened, and she almost teared up. "Mr. Spencer, what do you mean? I've told you a million times, I'm not Amelia!"

Her voice was loud enough for the family of three in the room to hear clearly.

Paxton's face went stiff, and he looked at Karen,surprised.

Karen snorted. "I don't get what Amelia's thinking. Now that she's made it,she doesn't want to acknowledge us poor folks anymore? It's one thing to ignore me and Mom, but not even Dad? She really has no heart."

Nina chimed in with a hint of sarcasm, "Paxton, take a good look at this famous painter. Is she your daughter? Karen and I have tried everything,but she just won't acknowledge us. As her mother, it breaks my heart."

"Mom, why don't we leaveand let Amelia have some time alone with Dad?" Karen pulled Nina towards the door.

"Amelia, what's going on? How did you become like this? But you look better now. My daughter has become better. Karen said you became a painter, right? You always loved painting when you were little.But why didn't you come back to find us when you survived the accident? Where have you been all these years?"

Paxton's voice was hoarse, filled with a deep sadness.

Amelia stood there,tense, not knowing what to do for several seconds.

Her mind was a mess.

This was her father, the only one in the family who was good to her, the father who would beg and kneel to others for her happiness.

Chris sure knew how to hit her where it hrt.

"Sir, I don't understand what you're talking about." Amelia paused,took a deep breath, and said, "Many people say I look like Amelia, but as far as I know, she is already dead. And I feel sorry for her, but it really bothers me to be mistaken for her so often. I hope you won't mistake me for her again in the future."

After saying that,she walked away. Though her heart ached badly, she had no choice.

She had more important things to do now.

"Mr. Spencer, I've tolerated your rudeness several times, but today you are way out of line." Outside the door, Amelia glared coldly at Chris, her eyes full of displeasure.

Chris casually put one hand in his pocket andI looked at her nonchalantly, "You are so cruel, ignoring even your own father? What exactly are you trying to do?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Amelia sneered.

"Just so happens I'm in a good mood today, let me take yo somewhere."

"Why should I follow you?" Amelia walked towards her car.

Chris's cool voice sounded behind her. "Because I'm your big client."

Before he finished speaking, Amelia stopped in her tracks and sighed.

The two of them arrived at the Spencer family cemetery.

Amelia followed him silently, walking towards a tombstone with a black and white photo but no identity inscription.

Was this her tombstone?

How merciless Chris was! Even after she died, he didn't give her an identity.

An unmarked tombstone, how ridiculous.

"Your ex-wife was miserable." Amelia sneered, "During life,you mistreated her in every possible way, and now in death, there's not even an epitaph."

Chris stared at the photo on the tombstone for what fel like forever before he finally spoke. "She didn't die. Everyone said she drowned in the river,but I didn't buy it. I almost drained that river,searched for months,and ended up with severe insomnia because of it..."

"What are you trying to say?" Amelia cut him off, glancing at her watch. "I m not interested in Mr. Spencer's past."

Chris turned his head and looked at her quietly.

The breeze lifted the strands of hair on Amelia's forehead, giving her an indescribable distant and noble aura. Her whole vibe had changed a lot,like she was a different person.

He wondered,could four years erase all traces of a person's past?

Was it possible?

But the fact was right in front of him.

Chris suddenly turned and walked towards the cemetery gate.

Amelia was a bit puzzled but knew he would definitely return,so she waited in place.

Looking at the unmarked tombstone in front of her, she felt a sense of desolation.

Forget it, her past was buried with this tombstone.

As long as she ddn't admit it, no one could uncover it.

As she expected, Chris soon returned. But he was holding an iron hammer.

Amelia realized what he was going to do and was immediately shocked,"

What are you doing?"

"It shouldn't exist." Chris said nothing more, raising the hammer and smashing it onto the tombstone.

Amelia's heart trembled violently, and she instinctively stood in front of the tombstone, spreading her arms, "No, don't!"

A trace of doubt flashed in Chrs's deep eyes, "Move aside."

"You're truly insane," Amelia hissed through gritted teeth. "Aren't you afraid your ex-wife will haunt you in a visitation dream?"

"I never see her in my dreams." Chris smiled bitterly, "You don't understand."

Amelia's gaze was complicated, "Mr. Spencer, sometimes I genuinely don't understand what you're thinking. Do you love her or hate her?"

If it was love, why hurt her so much?

If it was hate, why remember her deeply?

Chris suddenly stiffened, and his whole body visibly tensed up.

As night gradually fell, everything between the sky and the earth became the backdrop for his cold figure.

He was silent for a long time before speaking heavily, "I don't know."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly staggered back a few steps.

Amelia was startled and quickly supported him as he was about to collapse, only to find that he was burning up with fever.

She took him back home.

After all, it was very close to her home, and this was also an opportunity for her.

"Lie down first, I should have left some fever medicine here." She settled him on the sofa and was about to leave when he grabbed her arm, "Amelia,it's you, I know it's you."

At this moment, her gentle and caring demeanor was exacrly the same as a few years ago.

"Yes, I am Amelia, You rest first, I..." Before she could finish, a strong force pulled her into his arms.

The fresh scent of him enveloped her, and Amelia panicked,struggling a

bit, only to be pinned down by him.

"Amelia, I know it's you. Your scent hasn't changed." He kissed her eagerly, as if using all his strength.

This scene had played out in her mind countless times.

To achieve her goal, she had to go through this process.

But when she actually had intimate contact with him, she realized that her body didn't reject him as much as she had imagined.

Did she still love him?

In a moment of distraction, her shirt was already torn open, and her chest felt a chill. She quickly pushed him away and snapped, "Are you crazy?"