Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie Hoven )
Chapter 490

Chapter 490 Ask Them for Yourself

Emelie turned around and stared at Elena. “What is it?”

Elena replied, “Back then, the internet opinion was very much against you, blaming you for hurting me.”

Emelie snapped, “Wasn’t that just a narrative you created?”

Elena spread her hands innocently. “It wasn’t me. Didn’t Ashley help you sue me for inciting public opinion? Don’t you remember that the court ruled that there was no factual evidence to prove I did it? It really wasn’t me.”

Emelie pressed her lips together tightly.

Elena continued, “I might be willing to risk everything to take you down, but that doesn’t mean I’d recklessly post my own photos online for my followers to see. If someone wasn’t pulling the strings behind the scenes, I don’t think the situation would have blown up like that.

“I’m guessing it was William. His goal must have been to tear down your psychological defenses, making you feel helpless and thus more dependent on him,”

Before she knew it, Emelie’s hands were clenched into fists as she blinked in disbelief

Elena stepped in front of her with a slight smile. “I remember you even received a blood–stained package from an online user. Was that really the case, or did Mr. Middleton send t? Do you have an answer now?”

Impossible. William couldn’t have done that.

Emelie’s thoughts jarred her to her senses.

She shot a cold, sharp glare at the gloating Elena

She gritted her teeth and retorted, “Stop blaming everything on William! Don’t think I’ve forgotten you’d do anything to ruin me back then. The public opinion against me started when you climbed onto the hospital root pretending to commit suicide, causing the police and fire department to get involved

y to arrest me?”

“It was the commotion that made things go viral online! Wasn’t that to push public opinion against me and use it to force the judiciary t “Do you really think I’ll believe that you didn’t stir up public opinion and that it was all williu?” Emelle retorted, still defending William. She had believed Elana when she said Emelie wasn’t a biological daughter at the Hoven family. She trusted Greta’s claim of being from the Pierce family.

She also believed Wesley when he said the Middleton, David, Swanson, and Collins families had colluded to bring down Xander Pierce, leading to the collapse of the Xander Group and the destruction of the Pierce family. She believed it all.

However, she couldn’t believe that William had been insincere toward her.

Her fingers brushed against the ring that could be put on but not taken off, symbolizing that, from the moment will put it on her, he never intended to part with her. If that wasn’t love, then what was?

Elena explained, “I staged the suicide to force my parents to side with me. They were hesitant because William was protecting you, and they were afraid of offending him. The day after my suicide attempt, my parents went to William to negotiate, offering fiftymillion and a house. You knew about that, didn’t you?”

Emelie shook her head, refusing to believe her. “You’re twisting the story!”

“You still don’t believe me? Then ask him for yourself.” Elena handed her the phone. “I worked at Cloudex Corporation for a while. I know William gives his orders to Ashton or Fabian. Call them now and ask if they’ve ever helped him manipulate public opinion.”

“Go on, ask them,” she goaded, her eyes lighting up with excitement, eager to see Emelie’s reaction when Ashton and Fabian admitted the truth.

“Emelle, are you afraid? Don’t you believe in William?” lene continued to provoke her.

Jodie called out softly, “Mr. Graham.”

They couldn’t let Emelle contact Ashton or Fabian. If she did, William would know they were here.

Wesley didn’t respond. Instead, he watched Emelle calmly, leaving it up to her to decide whether or not to make the call.

Emelie gritted her teeth and took Elena’s phone, dialing Ashton’s number.

Elena laughed and clapped. “Great! You’re really calling them.”

Emelie figured she had nothing to be afraid of.

Ashton answered after a few rings, sounding puzzled. “Ms. Allen? “Ashton, it’s me,” Full replied.