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.”

people, which explained why Reggle hurriedly signed the contract and agreed to move out overnight. Dealing with tough guys called for playing hardball. As the nurse wheeled

Ms. Hoven, sharing a room with Will, huh? Are you injured, too? Where’s the injury?

set her phone down, ignoring his remarks. Undeterred by her silence, Lyle continued, “Are you still holding a grudge over that Mr. Sanders

took a slap from you. Don’t tell me

the fallout involving Mona. Lyle mulled it over. “Is this still

I

couple of days after

a casual chat and shared the video

out about it on her own, not from any pillow

sense of relief–she definitely didn’t want to be a subject of conversation between William and Daphne. The mere thought

the leak of Mona’s screenshots entirely on her own, without William pulling any strings behind the scenes. Emelie kept

but finding nothing worth saying Jayden

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

out,” Lyte nodded, ready

they were gone, the

moddy fields, dealing with stray dogs and troublemakers,

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