Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 490 Ask Them for Yourself

Emelie turned around and stared at Elena. “What is it?”

Elena replied, “Back then, the internet opinion was very much against you, blaming you for hurting me.”

Emelie snapped, “Wasn’t that just a narrative you created?”

Elena spread her hands innocently. “It wasn’t me. Didn’t Ashley help you sue me for inciting public opinion? Don’t you remember that the court ruled that there was no factual evidence to prove I did it? It really wasn’t me.”

Emelie pressed her lips together tightly.

Elena continued, “I might be willing to risk everything to take you down, but that doesn’t mean I’d recklessly post my own photos online for my followers to see. If someone wasn’t pulling the strings behind the scenes, I don’t think the situation would have blown up like that.

“I’m guessing it was William. His goal must have been to tear down your psychological defenses, making you feel helpless and thus more dependent on him,”

Before she knew it, Emelie’s hands were clenched into fists as she blinked in disbelief

front of her with a slight smile. “I remember you even received a blood–stained package from an online user. Was that really the case, or did Mr.

William couldn’t have done that.

her to

glare at the

do anything to ruin me back then. The public opinion against me started when you climbed onto the hospital root pretending to commit suicide,

to arrest

that made things go viral online! Wasn’t that to push public opinion against me and use it to force the judiciary t “Do you really think I’ll believe that you didn’t stir up public opinion and that it was all williu?” Emelle retorted, still defending William. She had believed Elana when

the Middleton, David, Swanson, and Collins families had colluded to bring down Xander Pierce, leading

that William had been insincere toward

could be put on but not taken off, symbolizing that, from the moment will put it

William was protecting you, and they were afraid of offending him. The day after my suicide attempt, my parents went to William to negotiate, offering fiftymillion and a house. You knew

her head, refusing to believe her. “You’re

for a while. I

on, ask them,” she goaded, her eyes lighting up with excitement, eager