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.”

escaped Emelie. She assumed he

talking about this all of a sudden? She frowned but

you out to soak up the sunshine. I’d make you laugh and buy you toys. I wanted to take good

After some time, I just left you to your mother and stopped caring. Later, I felt like a failure.”

phenomenon was prevalent in their country. Fathers usually just provided

been a lucky child. It’s like you have a guardian angel who keeps you safe from harm, Roman said.

But you were returned to us by

I believed that it was best that you didn’t

could take everything else he said, but

her eyes and asked, “How could you have known that it was safer outside? When I came back with three million

just graduated from university,” she sneered, “Do you think that I survived because of lock?

muttered, “But

sade all th

Ithese ye

weren’t wrong, were we?”

supposed to be grateful that William

“your irresponsibility has become so routine that resentment feels pointless. Spare me the excuses about luck or guardian angels.