Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie Hoven )
Chapter 547

Chapter 547 Stop Listening To Them

“What happened next?” Emelie gripped the car door so tightly that her fingertips turned white.

Slowly, Vanessa replied, “Then, William arranged for a thief to steal your mother’s battery pack. She collapsed soon after her heart ran out of power

“It’s hard to say whether it’s due to the cruelty of the world or William’s deliberate arrangement, but no one came to help her. When I arrived, her body was already

With a smirk, she said, “Cold.”

Witnessing the lake Greta being shot by William felt like the end of the world for Emelie. The feeling she was experiencing after hearing the recording played by Charles and Vanessa’s vivid description was indescribable.

Seeing Emelie’s bleak expression, Vanessa knew that the drama bad reached its peak. She smiled faintly, closed the car window, and slowly drove away

Once the car lelt, Emelie felt completely empty, both her vision and heart were empty,

“Emelle! Stop listening to them and come with me.” William grabbed Emelie’s wrist, intending to lead her away from the chaotic battlefield

As Emelie was being dragged by him, she stumbled and looked at his back

He was still wearing the tailcoat–style suit from the wedding, which was short in front and long in the back. His outfit accentuated his slim waist and long legs. He walked ahead of her, and deftly kicked away anyone blocking their path with sharp, decisive movements.⠀⠀

Instead of struggling. Emelie asked soitly, “Is what Vanessa said true, William? is

William clearly hesitated for a moment.

With the crossbow in his hand, he shot down one of Charles’s men and said, “Jayden will be here soon. Don’t be afraid.”

Vanessa had framed him, William could easily deny it with a single sentence instead of beating armind the bush, whether it was an act of fabrication, slander, or false accusation.

Emelie suddenly felt a burning sensation in her eyes. Instantly, she violently shook off William’s hand, causing him to turn around.

Emelie say that something was amiss in his gaze. Against the backdrop of the gloomy weather, William’s eyes were even darker than usual.

“Emelie, I told you not to always listen to others. You need to listen to me,” William said.

But what did he have to say?

She held something in her hand. When he reached out to grab her again, she struck out at him with great force.

“Don’t touch me!” Emelie said.

William felt a sharp pain in his wrist. He instinctively covered that spot as blood poured out from between his fingers.

Emelie had a knife in her hand. William’s eyes narrowed at the sight of the folded small knife in her hand.

He stared at her intensely but didn’t ask her why she wanted to hurt him. The situation between them was so chaotic, like intertwined vines, it was difficult to determine where it

all started.

He asked, “Where did you get the knife?”

He stared at her intensely. There was no way she could’ve obtained such an intricately crafted knife.

She was holding the knife tightly.

In Lionis, when she was about to leave with William, Wesley stuffed it into her palm when he held her hands.

She raised the thin, small, yet sharp knife and pointed it at William. There was only one answer she wanted.

“ts everything she said true, Wilhem? Is it true?” Emelie asked.

Emelie hadn’t noticed that tears were streaming down her face

William could see that she was on the verge of a breakdown, but the situation was too complicated. Various changes kept happening one after another, and he was almost losing

control

He furrowed his eyebrows and said, “Come with me first, Emelie. I’ll explain it properly when we get back”

He would explain it to her when they got back? Where could they return to?

“Answer mel” Emelle cried out with all her might. “Is my mother already dead?”

Willam remained silent, his jaw tightening visibly.

Emelie understood the gap between them very clearly. He was always towering over her like a tall mountain. Even if she pointed a knife at him, she couldn’t threaten him. Hence, she turned the blade against her own neck. “Is she dead?”

She was not afraid of hurting herself. The sharp blade cut through her flesh like butter, and blood immediately seeped out, staining her fair and slender neck red.