Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 544 Mr. Middleton Did It Himself

Cireta collapsed onto the grass. Emelle stumbled and fell as well, rolling several yards down a small slope.

A gust of wild wind tore through the plain. Emelle delt as if the arrow had pierced her heart, leaving a wide gaping hole in her chest for the wind to pass through, chilling her to the

bone.

In contrast to the bloody scene before her, her face was pale as paper. Her mind began buzzing with the thought of her mother, and the intense pain made every nerve in her body scream. She had to muster all her strength to crawl hall a yard to her mother’s side and grab her sleeve.

“Mom” she said

Memories flashed before her eyes like a movie.

She saw a quiet afternoon when she and her mother sorted threads while chatting. She recalled a business trip when her bedridden mother was still thinking about knitting scarves and gloves to keep her warm. There was a time when her mother made her favorite jelly and saved honey just for her.

One night, they talked about how she hoped Emelle would marry well but feared she’d suffer in a wealthy family Greta worried she wouldn’t be able to seek justice for her, leaving her vulnerable to bullying.

Emelie sobbed uncontrollably, crawling desperately on the ground to hold Greta’s bloody body. “Call an ambulance! Get an ambulance here now!”

Just then, Greta, who was sprawled on the ground, suddenly raised her head

Emelie was too stunned to react. In the next moment, Greta took out a knife hidden under her cloak and lunged at her.

Everything happened in such a short time,

confusion.

was still reeling from her grief. Hence, the scene unfolding before her eyes

slashing through her wedding dress and cutting the silk ribbons. Her flowercrown had fallen off, and her hair was flying freely in the wind. Just

her cloak falling open and hood

mother. It wasn’t Greta

Hence, she had failed to recognize that the woman’s cry hadn’t sounded like Greta’s at

been sent by Lyle to fetch Greta from the hospital. Since Greta wasn’t in the car, then where was she?

that the person shot wasn’ther mother when a greater terror swept

to shoot so confidently, beast have known all along that the person was an impostor, meaning he knew

“Where’s my mother? Where is

me,” Willam said, pulling her along hurriedly.

first time, he looked genuinely anxious, as if the world would collapse

then, another convoy appeared. Although they were all SUVs, they

rolled down its window, revealing that Vanessa was inside. She was clad in a black velvet chanel blazer with a tiny hat perched

with a small smile. She just

Emelie cried

be true. She hadn’t

had been a deception, she couldn’t bear to go through the heart wrenching pain of

tightly. Hence, she could only scream with all her might. “Where is my mother? What have

stop joking around. Why would harm your mother? just happened to see what happened to her as I