Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

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

from his lower back. Compared

brief internal debate, Emelle acquiesced to the arrangement and approached him to wipe aw two scars that

depth of these scars spoke volumes of the pain he must have endured.

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

She even guessed that maybe he

scotted, saying his dad would never beat him like that. So, if not his father, then who? It was a question she had asked herself many times since, but one in which William had never provided a clear

though it was more out of curiosity than anything else. However, she wouldn’t ask

it flatly.

asked about them before?

scrubbed harder, wiping away the dried

“I got beaten in ja”

there was a hint of a smirk as if to suggest that she

wondering was he serious or just messing with her? Emelie

shrugged nonchalantly. “Just taking a page from your book. Remember when I asked about your miscarriage? You told me you were kidnapped. Seems equally improbable, doesn’t

it’s improbable, then it’s

you, then take it as

it his story about getting roughed up in jail was genuine. The two of them always seemed locked in a subtle contest, neither

the subject “So, what’s the plan? My mom can’t fly abroad,

we could bring in foreign doctors here. But the costs