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.

unfolding before her eyes fried her brain with shock, disbelief, and

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

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

wasn’t her mother. It wasn’t Greta

very calm. Hence, she had failed to recognize that the

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

that the person shot

so confidently, beast have known all along that the person

“Where’s my mother? Where

said, pulling her along hurriedly.

looked genuinely anxious, as if the world would

then, another convoy appeared. Although they were all SUVs, they wam’tlyle’s

leading car rolled down its window, revealing that Vanessa was inside. She was clad in a black velvet chanel blazer with a tiny hat perched on the side of her

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

cried out.

hadn’t recovered from

though it had been a deception, she couldn’t bear to go through the heart wrenching pain of losing her mother again

held her tightly. Hence, she could only scream with all her might. “Where is

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