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.

scene unfolding before her eyes

ribbons. Her flowercrown had fallen off, and her hair was flying freely in the wind. Just before the knite cut into her fleshi, William kicked the

the ground, her cloak falling open and hood coming off, revealing a

her mother. It wasn’t

wilderness. In addition, Emelie wasn’t very calm. Hence, she had failed to recognize that

the car in which the woman arrived in had indeed been sent by Lyle to fetch Greta from the hospital.

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

her up 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 where her mother

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

Willam said, pulling her along hurriedly.

looked genuinely anxious, as if the world would collapse if

convoy appeared. Although they were all SUVs,

was clad in a black velvet chanel blazer with a tiny hat perched on the side of

with a small smile. She

Emelie cried out.

be true. She hadn’t recovered from

bear to go

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

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

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