Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 220 Grudge

Chapter 220 Grudge

After leaving Reggie’s place, Lyle made his way to the hospital. In the hallway, he crossed paths with William, who was being wheeled back to his room after a nurse had just finished stitching up his wounds.

Jayden walked alongside the bed, chatting with William. Lyle greeted them nonchalantly, “sey, Will Jayden.”

As he approached closer, Lyle’s expression soured at the sight of William’s pallor. “Damn, Will You look worse than I expected. Maybe I went too easy on him.”

“Too easy on who?” Jayden asked, then quickly caught on “You went after eccle?

“Yeah, [wrapped up the Blossom Clove deal, Lyle replied, handing a contract to Ashton with a satisfied smirk. “They’ll be moving out tonight.

Jayden leaned in with interest. “How’d you do that?

“Not much. Just had him kneel, Lyle said nonchalantly. By this time, they had reached the room, and Emelle could hear their conversation.

Lyde commented, “I was a bit late to the party. Reggie’s leg was already busted when I showed up. No clue who did it.”

explained why Reggle hurriedly signed the contract and agreed to move out overnight. Dealing with tough guys

a room with Will, huh? Are you injured, too? Where’s the injury? Is it

phone down, ignoring his remarks. Undeterred by her silence, Lyle continued,

even took a slap from you.

compounded by the fallout involving Mona.

I

on my part. A couple of days after the incident, Will asked

in Ms. Bowen’s circle during a casual chat and shared the video without my knowledge. Will was kept in the dark about it, and I’ve already handled

about it on her own, not from

definitely didn’t want to be a subject of conversation between William and Daphne.

on her own, without William pulling any strings behind the scenes. Emelie kept her thoughts to herself,

nothing worth saying Jayden picked up on Lyle’s extra attention whenever Emelie

pat on the shoulder, signaling it was time to go. “It’s

Lyte nodded, ready

nodded back, acknowledging their departure. Once they were

herself and wrinkled her nose at the faint odor. After a day navigating moddy fields, dealing with stray dogs and troublemakers, getting injured, and enduring hospital’s antiseptic smells, she wasn’t surprised.

a germaphobe, she pulled back the covers and headed to the bathroom for a quick wash. Her injury was limited to her hand; otherwise, she was fit and mobile. The perks of the VIP ward included having all the comforts of home right at hand. Emelle couldn’t twist a towel, but she could manage with