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.

the scene unfolding before her eyes

wedding dress and cutting the silk ribbons. Her flowercrown had fallen off, and her hair was flying freely in the wind. Just before the knite cut into her

her cloak falling open

mother. It wasn’t

Emelie wasn’t very calm. Hence, she had failed to recognize that the woman’s cry hadn’t sounded like Greta’s at

the car in which the woman arrived in had indeed been sent by Lyle to fetch Greta from the hospital. Since Greta wasn’t in

person shot wasn’ther mother when a

had dared to shoot so confidently, beast have known all along that

William’s am “Where’s my mother? Where is she?!

me,” Willam said, pulling her

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

convoy appeared. Although they

black velvet chanel blazer

your mother is,” she said with

Emelie cried

be true. She hadn’t recovered from her heartbreak

couldn’t bear to go through the heart

with all her might. “Where is my mother? What have

Why would harm your mother? just happened to see what happened to her as I passed by. It was a councidence,” Vanessa said,