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?

let go and turned

Though he had left, his touch still lingered there. Knowing Charles‘ character, his comment was probably aimed at discrediting a rival. It reminded her of how William often belittled Samuel in

since Williams noticed her tendency to get stomach problems if she skipped meals, he had been quite attentive to her daily meals. Emelie opened the food box and found there dishes along with

had indeed come over to share a meal

sending

Emelie had had a live–in housekeeper to care for Ronan and Greta. With one dealing with a serious illness and the other having mobility issues, it was inconvenient for

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,

as she had hired several caregivers for her she genuinely

more about

you, Adeline,”

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

I’ll come

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

of her alarm. Groggily, she reached over and turned it off. Squinting at her phone, she noticed several unmead

were texts, not

texted these days, but Emelle opened them

five or six inappropriate, high–definition photos of Elena looking disheveled. The photos instantly