Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie Hoven )
Chapter 768

Chapter 768 Just and Only

Emelie had little patience for repeating herself. She grabbed Daphne's chin and forced Daphne to look at her.

"Begging him won't help. The only way you can save yourself now is by answering my question," she said.

Her indifferent tone suddenly turned into a sharp command. "Speak!"

Daphne trembled, and her entire body shook. She looked at William again, hoping desperately that he might show some mercy and save her.

However, William also asked, "Why?"

Daphne's hope shattered. Her face turned ashen as she realized that, if she didn't speak, she would have no way to survive.

Emelie was no longer the same person she had been three years ago, and Daphne was terrified of her.

Daphne lips' trembled as she stammered, "It... it was Mrs. Middleton..."

"Mrs. Middleton?" Emelie narrowed her eyes. "You mean to tell me you were involved with Mrs. Middleton?"

Tears of fear welled up in Daphne's eyes. "I've had feelings for Mr. Middleton for a long time. She... she came to me first, saying that if I wanted to be with Mr. Middleton, you were the one I had to eliminate.

"I was foolish at the time and listened to her, but I swear I didn't know you were pregnant then. I just wanted to get rid of you... only..."

Just... Only...

Emelie could still remember the excruciating pain of undergoing the abortion.

She sneered, "You just wanted to sell me to some remote mountain village to be a wife for an old, ugly, possibly disabled or mentally impaired man. How incredibly merciful of you."

Lyle had initially thought that this was just a minor squabble between two women, something not worth his involvement, until he heard this part.

His expression darkened ominously as he put his wine glass down and walked over to Emelie, standing beside her.

Daphne, now in tears, frantically bowed her head in the box as she pleaded with Emelie." I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I know I was wrong! I'll never do it again!"

Emelie splashed the remaining half-glass of wine in her face.

She said, "It's not that you won't do it again, but that you won't have the chance. If William

hadn't hurriedly sent you abroad back then, you would've continued looking for opportunities to harm me."

Daphne shook her head vehemently. "I wouldn't! I wouldn't! I... Ms. Hoven! Ms. Hoven! I'll become a vegetarian, I'll pray for your child, I'll worship you! Please, spare me! Please spare me..."

"It's not impossible for me to spare you," Emelie said.

Then, she turned to Bryan and asked, "Mr. Swanson, how much plum wine do you still have?

Bryan replied, "Besides the 12 bottles that you gave to Sam, I bought another 12 bottles for a family gathering. We only drank about six bottles earlier."

"That means there are 18 bottles left." Emelie grabbed Daphne by the collar and lifted her." Drink. If you finish them all, I'll spare your life."

As mentioned earlier, the plum wine was strong. Even someone like Emelie, who could hold her liquor well, felt a bit tipsy after a few glasses. If Daphne really drank all 18 bottles, Emelie wouldn't even need to kill her. She'd die on her own.

Daphne looked at William in terror.

Without turning around, Emelie smirked coldly. "Mr. Middleton, do you think it's too much to ask her to drink a few bottles of wine after what she's done to me?"

As long as it didn't involve killing, William wouldn't stop her from doing whatever she wanted. He calmly replied, "You're already convicting me of something I haven't even said?"

Emelie said mockingly, "Did you hear that? Mr. Middleton isn't going to save you. Ms. Bowen, if you don't start drinking, I might not be so forgiving later on."

Daphne was like a lamb to the slaughter in this situation. She had no choice.

The bodyguards untied her and lifted her out of the box. Then, they threw her onto the floor. The maid brought out the remaining bottles of wine.

"These are rare wines that are hard to come by. Since Mr. Swanson is hosting tonight, don't be shy," Emelie said.

Daphne bit her lip and picked up a bottle. However, she couldn't even manage half a bottle before she vomited.

The alcohol was too strong. It felt like her throat was on fire.

Lyle kicked her. "Drink."

Daphne had no choice but to cry as she continued drinking.

Emelie returned to the sofa as memories flooded back of how she had been forced to cover for Daphne at the Westward Club after her miscarriage, called there by a single phone call from William.

Now that the truth was out, Daphne turned out to be the very person who had caused her so much pain. How ironic.

Emelie's expression grew colder and colder. She gripped the empty wine glass in her hand with all her strength.

Finally, the glass couldn't withstand the pressure and shattered with a sharp crack in her

hand.