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Amelia Cobb sat in the car, watching the retreating neon lights through the window, and sighed slightly.

If Sylvia Johnson knew her thoughts at this moment, she would definitely use the four words "hypocritical and convenient" to describe them, enjoying the benefits that Christopher Robinson's reputation brought her, but not wanting to admit that she was enjoying this privilege.

Frankly, she was feeling the pressure of society's cruelty on her head now.

A cough broke the silence in the taxi.

Amelia covered her mouth, coughing with her head bowed, as if she wanted to cough out her lungs.

"Miss, do you have a cold?"

Amelia didn't respond to the driver's conversation.

The driver continued, "Frovence has been hit hard by the flu recently, with many schools delaying their start dates."

"Young people need to take care of their health."

Through the rearview mirror, the driver glanced at Amelia, "I don't think that Bentley is following us anymore. Shall we keep going?"