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.

her grief. Hence, the scene unfolding

loomed larger in her vision, slashing through her wedding dress and cutting the silk ribbons. Her flowercrown had fallen off, and her hair was

her cloak falling open and hood

her mother.

she

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

time to feel relief that the person shot wasn’ther mother when a greater terror swept over

from the grass. If he had dared to shoot so confidently, beast have known all along that the person was an impostor, meaning he knew

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

back with me,” Willam said, pulling her

anxious, as if

convoy appeared. Although they

was inside. She was clad in a black

mother is,” she said with a small smile. She just died, moments ago.”

Emelie cried

couldn’t be true. She hadn’t recovered from her

bear to go through the heart wrenching pain of losing her mother

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

happened to see what happened to her as I passed by. It was a