Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 120 Because of You She Lost Her Child

Emelle refused, “No need.”

But Daphne insisted, thrusting the umbrella into her hand. “Take it. You’ll easily catch a cold in this weather.”

Emelie wondered what game she played.

Daphne said eamestly, “Emelle, don’t think catching a cold is a minor illness. Sometimes, minor illnesses can lead to

problems.

to big prol

“Like my dad, we thought it was a common cold at first. But it escalated into a lite–threatening condition. He almost didn’t make it.” “Fortunately, he had a heart transplant. Otherwise, I might not have a dad now,” Emelie’s ears picked up on that “Did you say heart transplant?” Daphne explained softly, “Don’t you know about this surgery, Emelie? A heart transplant is when a patient with heart disease gets a healthy heart. “My dad had the surgery yesterday. It’s a major operation. If Mr. Middleton hadn’t brought in the top surgeons for my dad, I would’ve been worried.” Was the patient given priority over Greta Daphne’s father? The one who had only one week left to live and was in more critical condition than her mother. Emelie suddenly felt like Wren had thrown another cup of water in her face.

Her complexion rapidly paled against the dreary backdrop, appearing frail.

What an unlucky coincidence that it was Daphne’s father.

Emelie had just convinced herself to accept the doctors explanation

It was understandable to give the heart to the patient who only had a week left. But now, this patient was Daphne’s dad. So, did he genuinely go down to his final week?

he have received that heart regardless, even if he

nothing to do with him. Emelle relt a surge of

“I heard someone caused a scene

will be. Life and death, wealth and nobility are God’s will. Some things can’t be

death, riches, and nobility were all hers.

stand here

her to lend an umbrella. It was a victor’s chance to

her to miss this chance and face death. Don’t

rationality snapped. Emelie raised her hand to strike Daphne’s

she could react, someone grabbed the umbrella from her and hit Daphne in the face

angrily, “Say that again,

tore two gashes

staggering backward, William caught her

immediately examined her bloody, gasted face.

as he snapped

enraged,

sobbed in William’s arms.

stemly, “Apologize.”

Is this any way to speak? You got what you wanted, and now you act

gloated in front of them. How twisted can