Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 427 Its

Emelie no longer believes his promises. Just like those of a compulsive gambler, they held no weight anymore.

She didn’t want to disturb Greta’s rest, so she took him out to the hallway. “Go on.”

Ronan looked at her and asked carefully, “Does your face still hurt?”

He was guilty about slapping her. “In all these years, I’ve never laid a hand on you…

Emelie cut him off impatiently. “Let’s move on, alright? Is there anything else?”

Ronan stared at her face in a daze.

It was the first time in years he had truly looked at her, and a startling realization dawned on him.

The woman staring back bore a striking resemblance to her

His expression softened as he gestured. “When you first arrived, you were tiny. You’d sleep for 22 hours a day, and it was hard to wake you up. We thought you were sick and brought you to a lot of doctors. We were worried because your sister never slept so much as a baby.

“The doctors said everything was fine. I wondered if you had sensed the darkness hanging over our home, which was why you chose to sleep in a world where good deeds went

unrewarded.”

implication in his tone escaped Emelie. She

this all of a sudden? She frowned but

you laugh and buy you toys.

lose interest in things easily. After some time, I just left you to

this phenomenon was prevalent in their country. Fathers usually just provided for them financially

a lucky child. It’s like you have a guardian

went missing for two days. But you were returned to us by kind strangers. If it was another child, they would

years ago. Both your mom and I believed that it was best that you didn’t return home because

else he said,

her eyes and asked, “How could you have known that it was safer outside? When I came back with three million dollars out of the blue, did you ever think

luggage with me, I was only 22 years old and just graduated from university,” she sneered, “Do you

muttered, “But

sade all th

Ithese ye

wrong, were we?”

to be grateful

went straight to the point “your irresponsibility has become so routine that resentment feels pointless. Spare me the excuses about luck or guardian angels. It’s irrelevant.