Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 548 Suicide

Emelle pressed the knife even deeper, and more blood flowed out

charles had gotten out of the car, his face devoid of its usual carefree smile. He watched Emelie intently, his expression unreadable.

During the time William had kept her under house arrest, Emelie had threatened him verbally with her own life countless times, but she meant it this time

Vanessa’s words caused her to react emotionally as if death meant nothing to her anymore. She had no one left in this world that she cared about, and she truly wasn’t afraid to

die

William’s dark eyes flikkered as he stared at the blood on her neck. In less than three seconds, he relented, “Yes, it was the best way to handle it.”

Her mother really was dead, and it was him who had killed her.

Emelie let go of the breath she was holding.

She looked at William. They had spent day and night together for three years, and had gone through another year entangled in a love hate relationship. Was this how things would end between them?

She watched the two groups fighting and wondered why they were fighting Was it for her? Was it to seize her?

She laughed.

her, saying, “Put the knife down, Ms. Hoven. Mr. Middleton is right, this truly is the best way to handle it. Once Mrs. Hoven is gone, everything will be over. We can all live our lives in peace, and you can continue to be Mrs. Middleton. It’s

that was

finally understood why William had acted so affectionate towards her during this time. He wanted to keep

supposed to be moved by his deep love and care? Was she supposed to

family would always provoke his caution. Hence, he could never

the end, besides just being alive, what did she have left! She had neither family,

looked at William and laughed again.

present was either William’s or Charles’s men. Regardless of who won, whoever got her

merkulously planning for so long, she still couldn’t escape. She didn’t want to escape anymore. Since her mother was dead, what was the point of continuing to survive? It

eyes and pressed the knife against her

exclaimed, frightened, “Ms. Hoven!”

decisively without hesitation. The sharp blade was about to sever her windpipe and end

the blade bare–handed. As the knife was extremely sharp,

his

“What are

to commit suicide?

rarely cried, let alone contemplated taking her own life. However, because

couldn’t shake him off. No matter where she fled to, she