Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie Hoven )
Chapter 381

Chapter 381 Demanding an Explanation

Emelle held her phone tightly. Her rage had calmed now that she knew who was behind this. “What else did you do? conless.”

The caretaker quickly raised trembling hands in her defense. “I did nothing else. I swear”

Ashton’s phone rang at this time and she picked it up. “Oluy. Sure. Understood.”

She quickly took a step forward and helped Emelle up. “Ms. Hoven, I’ll report this to Mr. Middleton. He will take care of this.”

Ashton regretted having a hand in this. If she knew Daphne would be part of this, she wouldn’t have taken it upon herself to investigate this for Emelie. Did she cause more harm than good?

“Let’s. Let’s go back to your mother. The doctor said the report is ready, but there’s something wrong.”

Emelie shut her eyes for a moment before standing up. “Sme:”

Ashton looked at the caretaker with some reservation. “Should we…

“Let her go.”

What else could she do? They couldn’t do anything to her on their ownL

Emelle never had an audio recording. It was all alle.

Despite knowing that the caretaker had almost killed her mother, she knew that there was nothing she could do.

And the more she realized how powerless she was, the deeperher resentment grew toward the woman behind this.

Emelie tumed to the doctor’s office. Ashton wanted to go in with her, but after giving it some thought, she decided to stay outside. She gave William a call to report the incident.

The assistant spolu in Astechese, a language that Emelie understood

In short, the surgery wash the cause of Greta reacting slowly. The real reason was that her brain was lacking oxygen before the surgery, causing her to fall unconscious and injury to the brain cells.

Emelie didn’t know when that had happened nor did Eliana tell her about it, but she couldn’t help but suspect that the caretaker had done something again.

Emelie was a woman who tried to avoid conflict but wouldn’t shy away from defending herself when threatened. At the time, she had nothing to do with William and wasn’t in Daphne’s way at all. However, Daphne plotted against her again and again, and she even tried to get her killed.

Did people think she was that vulnerable?

Ashton could see that Emelie looked perturbed. “Calm down, Ms. Hoven. I’ve already reported everything back to Mr. Middleton. He’ll give you an explanation.”

Emelie didn’t need William to give her anything.

She would demand an explanation from Daphne herself!

She gave Eliana a call and asked her to take Opet back to town while she was going to take a cab to Daphne’s home.

She left the hospital hastily, her eyes cold. Emelie’s racial appearance already had a colder complexion, but now she looked like an assassin on a mission in the middle of winter.

She had just got off the stairs when a car stopped right in front of her. Emelle stopped and saw Lyle’s face through the car window.

Emelie wanted to walk around him, but Lyle reversed his car and blocked her again.

Emelle wasn’t in the mood to deal with him. So, she asked him, while her temper was building up, “What is it, Mr. Inning?”

Lyle was simply passing by. But he tumed around when he saw her bolt out of the hospital as if she was marching to war. “Looks like you’re in a rush. V happened?”

Emelie wasn’t feeling up to it and simply said, “Move. You’re in my way.”

Lyle gave her a roguish smile. “Someone’s having a bad day,”

He then set his arm on the car window and said, “Didn’t I already apologize to you about what happened? You’re still holding a grudge?!

Emelie smiled coldly. “If I slap you right now and apologize afterward, can you pretend nothing happened?”

Lyle nonchalantly extended his head out of the window and said, “Sure. Stap me if you want. You don’t even have to apologize.”

Emelle thought he was going crazy again and wanted to leave. However, Lyle immediately grabbed her arm. “Ms. Hoven…”

Emelie smacked his hand away.

Lyle but his lips. He got back into his car and unlocked the door. “Get in. I’ll drop you off.”

What

Emelie wanted to take her rage out on Daphne and she couldn’t walt. Looking at the app on her phone, she was still in a queue. About 30 people were waiting in line.

She took a deep breath and pulled open the door into the backseat. “I won’t say no if you’re offering to be my driver. Redwood Gardens. Step on it,” “Redwood Garden? That sounds familiar, Lyle said as he started the car. Then he remembered. “Isn’t that Will’s property? Why are you going there?”

Late suurted and teased her, “Of course, honored guest. I’ll drive you there now

Emelie headed straight into the