Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

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Chapter 350 Recalling the Hurt, Ignoring the Help

Emelie didn’t want to get dragged into an inexplicable conflict, so she quickly ended the call with Mr. Davis.

she said, “Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Davis, I understand where things stand tt’s late now. Please get some rest.” with that, she hung up. But in the next moment, William pulled her out of the room and pressed her against the wall

Emelie instinctively pushed against his chest. “William!” she exclaimed.

with one hand braced against the wall, William firmly held her chin. His tone was commanding as he asked, “Is this what you usually talk about? Have I never helped you before? Didn’t I assist you at the Navarro residence? At Lovelight? with your mother’s artificial heart?“.

Emelle tried to break free from his grip. “Mr. Davis said that. If you have issues with him, take it up with him. What does this have to do with me?”

Ignoring her words, William looked deep into her eyes, “Do you remember when you were pursued by debt collectors? Didn’t help you then?

Emelie held her breath. That was a long rago

William pressed on, “Do you only remember when I’ve wronged you? Have I not helped you these years?

moment, then let go and turned away, walking off as

comment was probably aimed at discrediting a rival. It reminded her of how William often belittled Samuel in her presence. Emelie returned to her room with a deep frown. As she noticed

to her daily meals. Emelie opened the food box and

had indeed come over to

intention of sending the food back

and Greta.

to a traditional medicine practitioner, and he’s been trying acupuncture these past few days. It seems to be helping, he’s not limping as much Mrs. Hoven was still slow to react. Today, she suddenly said to me,

Greta was referring to, as she had hired several caregivers

she decided she would ask more about it when she

understand. Thank you, Adeline,” Emelie

reviewing Mrs. Hoven’s medical records, she needs to go for a follow–up

come back

meal, packed away what was left uneaten, brushed her teeth, and went

next morning, Emelle woke to the sound of her alarm. Groggily, she reached over and turned it off. Squinting

were texts, not

these days, but Emelle opened them

were the five or six inappropriate, high–definition photos of Elena looking disheveled. The photos instantly sobered her up.