"Amelia Wright committed murder!"
The union of the Wright family and Smith family, at this grand wedding that captivated the city.
Amelia Wright, with a pale face, pulled out the knife that had pierced into bride Ava Wright’s abdomen, laughed wildly and tragically, her hands covered in blood.
The scene instantly descended into chaos.
"Get the ambulance, call the ambulance first!"
The groom Marsh Smith reacted, his face turned pale, hurriedly embracing the fallen bride Ava Wright.
However, this stab pierced the spleen, Ava Wright was too terrified to utter another word before she passed away.
Amelia tilted her head slightly, holding the bloodstained dagger, a smile full of menace: "Ah, she’s dead!"
"Ava!!!" Marsh Smith shouted in despair, almost unable to believe the sight before him. He held Ava Wright’s body, turned his head abruptly, and roared at Amelia Wright: "Amelia! You’re insane! Ava treated you like her own sister, how could you! How could you dare to take her life!"
Amelia laughed even more hysterically, half of her face perfectly beautiful, half disfigured and stained with blood, like a furious ghost: "Own sister? Poisoning me, ruining my appearance, defaming me, she truly treated me like her own sister!"
"Shut up! You’re crazy, you are insane, and now you dare to slander Ava, do you have the right to offend the Wright family’s kindness in raising you?"
At this time, the security guards on the perimeter finally rushed over.
One of them struck Amelia Wright on the back with a club.
Amelia staggered, almost collapsing, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
But she ignored the security guards and approached Marsh Smith step by step.
With late-stage cancer, the pain was nearly unbearable, she had to seize her last moments for revenge.
Amelia walked closer, speaking with blood frothing at her mouth: "Ha ha ha, kindness in raising me? The Wright family adopted me for what purpose! To use me to threaten my biological parents! To seize my parents’ estate! To let their daughter step on me to rise up! Such kindness in raising, would you take it?"
The scene was in an uproar!
Amelia, emotionally charged, began to cough, blood growing at the corners of her mouth: "You, accomplices, killed my parents, ruined my brother, and still want to tread on me and my family’s tears for your happiness, you’re dreaming!"
She was already critically ill, but how could she silently die after knowing those bloody truths.
Begging was more useless.
Despair ultimately turned into madness!
If she were to die, no one else should be spared!
Marsh Smith, burning with rage, lunged to snatch the dagger from Amelia Wright’s hand.
Amelia suddenly pitifully glanced at Marsh Smith, reversed her hand and plunged the dagger into her own heart without hesitation.
With a "thud," Amelia Wright expressed regret: "Marsh Smith, you committed murder now."
Marsh Smith trembled all over, quickly letting go of her hand: "It wasn’t me, it was you yourself!"
Seeing the dagger inserted into Amelia Wright’s heart, the security guards about to rush over stopped in their tracks, stunned.
Yet Amelia seemed to feel no pain and smiled.
She whispered in Marsh Smith’s ear: "Marsh Smith, I’ll tell you a secret, the one who saved you back then... was actually me, but you mistook someone else for your savior, considered Ava Wright as your benefactor, and harmed me up to now, laughable isn’t it."
Marsh Smith’s pupils tightened, immediately refuting: "You’re spouting nonsense, the one who saved me was Ava, how could it be you!"
Amelia’s voice grew fainter, like a devil’s whisper, "Does Ava Wright know how the scar on your right leg came about? That scar wasn’t scraped by underwater rocks, it was because I cut the weeds to save you and accidentally scratched you! This only you and I know."
Marsh Smith’s face instantly turned pale, recalling how he treated Amelia Wright over the years, he stepped forward and grabbed Amelia’s shoulders, shouting: "No, no... it wasn’t , why didn’t you say anything earlier, you’re deceiving me, aren’t you!"
Seeing the panic in Marsh Smith’s eyes, Amelia knew her revenge was successful.
Previously she didn’t speak out not wanting to use the favor for a reward, she thought Marsh Smith liked Ava Wright and didn’t want to disrupt their relationship, now looking back it was a real joke.
Amelia fiercely pushed Marsh Smith away, using her last strength to point at Marsh Smith and speak word by word: "Marsh Smith! Whether it’s true or false you know deep down, you killed your benefactor with your own hands! You’ll never accept reality! No one will truly love you again, I curse you to live forever with guilt and regret!!"
Amelia collapsed to the ground.
"No! Quick, call the ambulance!"
Marsh Smith cried out heart-wrenchingly, not knowing whether he wanted to save his bride Ava Wright from this wedding or to save the one cursing him, Amelia Wright.
Before dying, she exacted her most maniacal revenge.
Yet she still held onto hatred!
If there were an afterlife, she’d drag them all down to hell together!
Amelia Wright was like a homeless wandering ghost.
She was engulfed by darkness, soaked by blood, unwilling to disperse.
Until she saw a man dressed in black holding her corpse, whispering: "Amelia, those who bullied you, I have dealt with them for you. It was me who failed to protect you, don’t be afraid, I’m here to accompany you."
The man’s hand continuously bled, a pool of crimson.
Amelia Wright widened her eyes, was someone going to die with her?
She instinctively cried out.
"I don’t need you to accompany me, don’t... don’t die!"
"No, someone help him!"
In her sorrow, Amelia Wright recognized his face, and her soul trembled suddenly.
An eerie feeling of departing from the soul swept in...