Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie Hoven )
Chapter 419

Chapter 419 A Slap in the Face

The Betrayal of Eleanor Blake, also known as The Betrayal, was a classic opera.

It portrayed Cortis, a faithless man who rose to wealth and status before abandoning his wife and child.

William was comparing her to someone as ungrateful as Cortis.

Emilie couldn't help but laugh at his quirky thoughts.

Who knew William knew how to joke?

This made Emelie smile. "Isn't this ring impossible to take off? How can I change my mind? I don't have 300 million dollars to compensate you

"Well, that's what this is about. I'm going to kidnap you with a ring you can't take off. I was a little upset when your dad pointed his finger at me, but now you've coaxed me out of my anger," William said with a

smirk

Coaxing him? As usual, he was good at being dramatic

Emelie asked, "Are you learning new tricks from Patricia again?”

"Do I even need to learn from someone else?" He denied it.

"Mr. Middleton, do you want me to help you remember when you imitated Charles?" she said

William touched her lips before turning and walking out of the alley.

Emelie laughed and turned back home.

Just as she arrived at the front door, she heard the housekeeper scream. "Mrs. Hoven! Mrs. Hoven! What happened to you!"

Emelie's expression changed immediately, and she ran inside the house.

Greta, with her eyebrows furrowed, laid down on the sofa with the help of the housekeeper.

The housekeeper used a blood pressure meter and, as expected, it was elevated

Emelie quickly found some high blood pressure medicine for her to take. After a while, Greta finally calmed down, waving her hand to signify she was fine!

Emelie frowned and helped the housekeeper bring Greta to her bedroom.

Greta said, exhausted, "Your father... Don't mind him. He's been acting strange lately. He keeps changing his mind. He's either drunk or not at home. And when I ask him about it, he gets angry."

Emelie had heard from the housekeeper about Ronan's drinking and his absence at home. "Does he often get angry with you? Why didn't the housekeeper tell me?"

Greta was disappointed in Ronan at this point. "I asked the housekeeper not to tell you. I didn't want you to worry. Don't listen to him. I think Will is a good man. He knows how to take care of you, and you like him too. I can see that you really do."

Emelie held Greta's hand. "You should rest for now. I'll talk to him. Don't be angry."

Emelie went out after Greta closed her eyes.

Ronan was squatting at the door smoking, and there were already two to three cigarette butts by his feet. Emelie asked him directly. "Dad, why don't you agree to my marriage with William?" She wanted to talk with him properly and hear his thoughts. There must be a reason, right?

However. Ronan was being unreasonable.

He straightened his neck and scolded her, "A parent's orders must be obeyed! I don't agree with this! You two are going to separate immediately! If you don't, you're cloping! And that's unfilial!" It was utterly ridiculous!

Emelie said, "There has to be a reason for everything. If you don't agree, there must be a reason, right? I would like to hear it. If you don't tell me why you want us to separate, I can't understand it, and I won't do it."

"Can't do it, you say?" Ronan suddenly stood up and stared at her intensely.

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He bit his cheeks and said, "That man is obviously not a good person! If you stay with him, you won't even know how you'll die in the future!"

Emelie shook her head. "I've known him for three years I know what kind of person he is."

Ronan pointed outside. "Are the clothes he wears and the cars he drives on the same level as yours? These rich people are tricky! He must have an agenda for liking you and marrying you!"

Emelie questioned Ronan. "What agenda? Did you mean money? But do I have it? Is it my body and heart he's after then? But if he doesn't genuinely like me, why would he use marriage to get me to be together with him?"

Ronan was lost for words.

Emelie found it funny. "So you're just opposing us without any reason?"

Ronan threw away the cigarette butt and lit another one.

His face was dark blue as if he was holding something back.

The cigarette he was smoking wasn't a good one. The heavy smell of nicotine wafted in the wind while Greta coughed incessantly in the bedroom.

Emelie felt that he was making trouble out of nothing just like when he would yell at her back when she was still a child.

She was outraged and reached out to crush his cigarette.

"The doctor said my mother should be careful of infections in her daily life. I've reminded you many times not to smoke around her, but did you listen?" she said.

Emelie continued, "She has an artificial heart and can't be agitated. Why do you provoke her and get angry at her everyday? She's a patient. It's not easy for her to get her life back. Can't you take care of her a little more?

"You're not a child, so why can't you understand priorities? Your words and actions have no logic. You are against my marriage, and you can't say why. We were all having a happy meal, and you had to make things difficult for us. When are you going to stop giving us trouble? Do you know how annoying you..." Ronan slapped Emelie in the face before she could finish her sentence.