"By anyone else," Amelia was referring to Rita. Rita knew Amelia was blaming her for being unhelpful.
Alas! It seemed that the good impression that she had given Amelia before had been completely
destroyed today. But Rita was not discouraged.
She walked forward and said to Amelia, "Grandma, although the Wilson family can't help, I didn't say I
wouldn't help in person. As a member of this family, how can I just sit by and do nothing? Naturally I will
contribute."
"You?" Amelia was surprised. Everyone else was also very confused.
Amelia turned to her. "How are you going to help?"
"I also signed up for the design contest," Rita replied.
Grace burst out laughing. "Rita, are you kidding me? You expect to win the design contest and help this
family just relying on your lousy drawing skill? You think you are as good as my daughter?"
"You never learned designing. You participating in a design contest will only embarrass yourself!"
Mason snorted and also began to snipe at Rita. "Rita, it's OK that you won't help me, But at least don't
make fun of me, OK?"
The couple seized the opportunity to demean Rita. The thing was, Rita was indeed bad at drawing.
Even her parents didn't believe she could win the contest.
"Mason, I'm also a Brown. There are two Browns among the contestants now. I just want to increase
the chance that our family will take the first prize."
Rita ignored the sarcasm in his tone and smiled. But her words once again made Mason and his wife
laugh.
"Rita, you are funny!" Grace laughed so hard her tears came out. Just now she had thought that Rita
was smart enough to refuse to help the Brown family, but now it seemed that she was just an idiot.
'No. More like she has brain-damage.'
Charlotte had been praised by her tutor for her design talent, and many professionals had said that she
was to win this year's design award with her expertise. So, there was no doubt she would take the first
place.
Rita, on the other hand ... She was not even professionally trained and wanted to increase the chance
of winning? It was a delusion.
'Huh! What a joke!'
"Rita, it will be good enough as long as you don't bring shame to this family at the design competition!"
Grace wiped her tears, giving Rita a contemptuous glance.
Looking at Rita, Amelia sighed sullenly. She thought Rita had changed, but it seemed she was wrong.
'Alas! That girl is hopeless!'
Not only did she refuse to help her own family, but she also claimed to take part in the design
competition. If Liam weren't there, Amelia would have ignored Rita.
She forced a smile. "All right. Let's call it a day. I am tired. I'm going to rest."
With Amelia's departure, Mason and Grace finally stopped accusing Rita. Seeing this, Charlotte, who
had fun watching the scene, hurried to Amelia.
When she walked past Rita, she gave a triumphant smile.
'Huh! Rita, I thought you had become smart. It turns out that you are still no match for me! You're still a
fool just like before.'
Charlotte secretly despised Rita and then once again put on a sweet pretense to hold Amelia.
"Grandma, let me help you."
"That's my sweet granddaughter."
Charlotte couldn't be happier when she heard Amelia's praise.
After Amelia left the table, so did everyone else. Standing there with a helpless frown, Rita watched
Amelia leave.
"Rita, your mom and I support your decision. I'll go explain things for you to your grandma." As if he
had read her mind, Noah walked up to her to comfort her.
She turned to look at her gentle father, almost moved to tears. "Dad, you and Mom will be having a
hard time again because of me."
Amelia did not scold her today, but she would pick on her parents. That was what Amelia always did in
the previous life.
"Your grandma is hot-tempered. Everything will be fine after a while. Don't worry." Noah patted Rita on
the shoulder lovingly.
Having talking to her parents briefly, Rita left with Liam. The meal ended in displeasure.
In the car, looking out through the window at her parents, Rita clenched her hands sorrowfully.
'Mom, Dad, please rest assured that such days will end soon. They will regret what they did to us. I
promise!'
After the car started, Rita took out a pen and paper to practice drawing. Noticing her making efforts,
Liam was filled with complex emotions.
Only then did he realize why she had worked so hard on drawing; it was all because of her family.
But there was one thing he didn't understand. The Brown family only got into trouble recently. Rita had
signed up for the design contest before that, as if she knew what would happen and that Charlotte
would use the prize to help the family. That was quite incredible!
"Liam, what do you think of this diamond ring I drew?" Rita suddenly asked him. When their eyes met,
they both were dazed.
"What's the matter? Is there something on my face?" Rita wondered, touching her cheeks.
"Rita, if you are tired of your life, be my guest, but don't drag me with you." Liam ignored her question,
eyes on the road.
Again, Rita didn't understand what he meant. As usual, she couldn't get the hang of talking with him.
She couldn't figure out how his mind worked.
Noticing that she was confused, he added, "You wanted me to look at your design while I was drawing.
That's suicide."
"You looked at first," Rita muttered.
"What are you muttering about?" he asked, seemingly failing to hear her.
Rita glanced at his gloomy face and said, "I said you should keep your eyes on the road. The design
can wait,” she lied, afraid that the truth would upset him and he wouldn't teach her anymore.
Liam was the key to her plan. So, she would avoid arguing with him as much as she could during this
time.
"OK," he responded, eyes on the road.
But he was clearly blushing.
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