Chapter 224 Jailed

Emelie turned back to face him. William handed her the towel with a slight raise of his eyebrow. “I’m not rushing you, Emelle. Take your time.”

But Emelie couldn’t afford to take her time. Each day that passed without Greta recovering was filled with worry and uncertainty for her.

Whenever she called her sister, Eliana, she heard the same reassuring words–that Greta’s condition was stable. This allowed Emelie to momentarily release the tight grip of amely and carefully weigh her options.

She was reluctant to choose William, so she continued to search for alternative solutions. Emelie took the towel without a word, heading back to the bathroom to rinse it again. She returned and handed it to Willam, who adjusted himself on the bed.

*Could you help me with my lower back? There’s a dried blood spot that’s itching.”

Emelle hesitated. “I don’t-

“The artificial heart technology is more advanced and professional overseas,” Willam interjected, his tone matter–of–fact.

“But with your mom’s current condition, she can’t handle a long flight And going abroad would leave you feeling even more powerless in an unfamiliar place.”

Emelie tightened her grip on the towel, contemplating William’s proposition. Yes, she had contemplated going abroad, but she always pushed the idea aside for the practical reasons he had mentioned

William subtly signaled for her to assist him–as it suggesting that by helping him now, he could reciprocate later. Since that day at the Middleton Residence, when she helped him with his cufflinks, their dynamic had shifted to this nuanced give and take

back. Compared to his front,

to the arrangement and approached him to wipe aw

marks. One on each side, forming an “X” The depth of these scars

Given his status, who would dare whip him like a criminal or

concerned. She even guessed that maybe he had angered his dad, Henry, and was

not his father, then who? It was a question she had asked herself many times since, but one in which William had never

scats again, Emelle couldn’t help but wonder where they came from, though it was more out of curiosity than anything else. However, she wouldn’t ask now. Even though she hadn’t brought it

it flatly. “No.”

how you asked about them

she scrubbed harder, wiping away

nowhere, he said, “I

at him. But in William’s eyes, there was a hint of a smirk as if to suggest that she still gave

was he serious or just messing with her? Emelie shot back icly, “Are you messing

your book. Remember when I asked about your miscarriage? You told me you were kidnapped. Seems equally

then it’s

messing with you, then

his story about getting roughed up in jail was genuine. The two of

changed the subject “So, what’s the plan? My mom

be best if we could bring in foreign doctors here. But

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