Watching this scene, even someone as clever as Basil Smith didn't know how to react at the moment.
The Young Master Shaw, who had lost control, was discovered by the Young Madam.
This was a secret of the Shaw family. Because of some reasons related to his childhood, after getting injured, Godfery Shaw's emotions would become uncontrollable and violent. However, the Shaw family couldn't allow weaknesses like this in their leader.
Therefore, the cores of the family in the Capital City fabricated a second Young Master to cover up the situation of the uncontrollable Young Master.
They instructed the Young Master to move from the Capital City to the small Riverwood City, waiting for the day his condition stabilizes so he could return.
Over the years, they've been trying all sorts of methods for treatment, including medical care, hypnosis, and even certain painful stimuli, but none proved very effective.
They kept this matter well hidden; apart from a few trusted insiders, including Joyce, the butler who watched the Young Master grow up, nobody in Riverwood City knew.
But now, the newly wed Young Madam had found out.
No one expected this to happen.
Because usually the uncontrollable Young Master would lock himself up, inject himself with medication that prevents him from walking temporarily, ensuring that the secret wouldn't leak.
The Young Master's habit when losing control for years had already made his subconscious believe he was the second Young Master, leaving no flaws.
However, since the Young Madam appeared, whenever the Young Master lost control, he would want to approach her.
They couldn't hide it, even if they wanted to!
Handling this situation went beyond Basil Smith's expectations.
For now, Basil could only take them back and talk about it later, he spoke with difficulty: "You..."
He hadn't finished his sentence when Godfery Shaw interrupted him upon seeing someone come into the room, his eye carrying a violent glint as he coldly said: "Get out!"
Realizing the Young Master couldn't be communicated with, Basil shifted his gaze to the Young Madam: "Young Madam..."
Amelia Wright maintained her cold expression.
But Godfery Shaw grew even more agitated and dangerous upon hearing 'Young Madam': "Get out!"
Basil and the others quickly retreated, turning to leave without hesitation.
Without getting a word in, they went out again...
They couldn't do anything that might provoke the Young Master's emotions now.
Their mindset was like giving up, thinking since they couldn't hide it from the Young Madam anymore, they weren't worried about her witnessing the Young Master's instability.
After all, the fact that Young Master Shaw resorted to kidnapping was already beyond embarrassing.
Emma Lewis, waiting by the door, watched Basil Smith and his men go in, only to come out again shamefacedly within a minute...
With a piercing remark, she said: "How did he manage to kick you out so quickly? Young Master Shaw spoke several words to me."
Basil Smith: "..."
The two followers: "o(╥﹏╥)o"
Seeing them pitiful, Emma Lewis offered them a place on the stairs.
At the dormitory's entrance steps, there were now four guards, rather three men and a woman waiting...
With a streetwise demeanor, Emma draped an arm over Basil's shoulder, ridiculing Godfery Shaw.
Basil, meticulous by nature, usually didn't tolerate any misconduct, now felt the vein on his forehead twitch.
But considering she was someone he couldn't manipulate, the normally genteel Basil endured, feeling like a small, reproached wife.
All they could do now was stand guard, preventing anyone from going inside.
They'd figure out how to resolve everything once the Young Master regained his senses.
...
Inside the room.
Amelia Wright was unclear about what was happening.
She only remembered fainting, and upon waking up, she saw the devilish second Young Master.
Yes, Amelia assumed the person before her was Julius Shaw.
Even though the person in front had no disability, even able to walk normally, Amelia believed it might be due to the family's internal conflicts.
Even though except for the differing eyes and speech, the height was almost identical to the Young Master, she didn't think much further.
It was because, previously she heard Young Master Shaw say to Julius, "Julius Shaw, you really should die!"
No one would proclaim death upon themselves.
Hence, Amelia would never assume Young Master Shaw and Julius Shaw were the same person.
Recovering but still unwell, Amelia lacked the energy to figure out why this second Young Master appeared in her dormitory.
The pressing issue was this man had tied her up.
In a raspy voice, Amelia said: "Julius Shaw, what exactly do you want? You can't keep me tied here forever."
Julius, with a sinister and obstinate gaze, replied: "Why not? You belong to me."
"Being tied like this is very inconvenient."
"Tied up is inconvenient? Maybe I should break your legs instead; it won't hurt for long, just a moment, sound good?"
With normalcy, Julius discussed such a twisted topic.
Amelia pondered in silence.
She thought of the possessive ones she knew who desired such captivity and harm—it usually indicated extreme fondness.
Though she couldn't understand, considering Godfery Shaw hadn't liked her even after five years together, what does this second Young Master, only the second time they've met, see in her?
Nonetheless, Amelia had planned how to handle it.
With a voice softer than before, exhibiting more weakness, she murmured: "But I don't want this; my hand hurts..."
The previously resolute man frowned.
Turning her hand slightly, Amelia exposed the bruised site where an IV needle had been, stark against her fair skin.
Julius' frown deepened.
Amelia's lashes fluttered gently, like a drenched butterfly, meekly whispered: "I feel awful..."
Considering whether his prey could still escape, Julius saw Amelia too frail to flee, or worst, she might die.
With this notion, Julius finally compromised: "...Let me untie you, but you better not run again."
Amelia's response was barely audible with a small "Mm."
The tie around her hand was undone, Amelia covered her mouth with a slight cough, Julius leaned forward to pat her back but suddenly fell unconscious right before Amelia.
Her masqueraded weakness turned into cold indifference as she said fiercely: "I belong to no one."
Before losing consciousness, Julius forcefully clasped her hand, amidst a surge of violence and ferocity, lamenting: "Amelia, you hurt me!"
Amelia's lashes trembled, the pureness in Julius' eyes invoked a sense of guilty pity.
She tied the small sachet back onto her wrist, filled with potent calming incense.
She wouldn't fall prey to the same mistake twice.
Previously, when captured by Julius Shaw, upon fainting, the ambiguous marks on her lips and neck hinted at what the second Young Master did to her.
So while creating medication that muddled Bess Bennett's mind, she devised new calming incense.
Now notice, she shed her innocence completely.
She was vile, deceiving hearts, detestable.
With resolve, she pulled her hand free from Julius' clutch, step wobbly, she exited the bed heading for the door.
Her gaze remained tranquil as she addressed the line of people seated on the steps, softly: "Go in and take him away."
Basil Smith stood abruptly: "Young Madam, how did you come out?"
A bit listlessly, Amelia raised her eyes slightly, replied: "He was knocked out, so I left."
Basil's face, usually calm and disciplined, showed shock.
How did she knock him out?
The uncontrollable Young Master was hardly that easy to subdue, was he?