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.

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

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

her cloak falling open and hood coming off, revealing a completely

mother. It wasn’t

addition, Emelie wasn’t very calm. Hence, she had failed to

sent by Lyle to fetch Greta from the hospital. Since Greta wasn’t in the car,

even had time to feel relief that the person shot wasn’ther mother when

her up from the grass. If he had dared to shoot so confidently, beast have known all along that the person

grabbed William’s am “Where’s my

me,” Willam said, pulling her along

genuinely anxious, as if the world would collapse

they were all SUVs,

black velvet chanel blazer with

mother is,” she said with a small smile.

Emelie cried out.

She hadn’t recovered

though it had been a deception, she couldn’t bear to go

with all her might. “Where is my

what happened to her as I passed by. It was a councidence,” Vanessa said, tossing something out

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