Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 565 It Was Their Tum to Die

Dreams weren’t her sanctuary from reality. She never knew when she might relive that event in the wilderness in her dreams again.

The wound where William shot the arrow at her had indeed healed, leaving only a coin–sized scar. Yet, with every heartbeat, the pain in her chest still throbbed. Each bear w

reminder of that event

Emelie took a deep breath, and her eyes suddenly turned red as she exhaled. “I don’t know, Wesley, I don’t know how to face it.”

She didn’t know how to face Greta’s death, the pain of the arrow wound, the destruction of her family, and William’s attempts to take her life. There were too many questions, and she couldn’t find a single answer.

Why did these things happen? Why did she always have to endure such things?

Emelie sat on the floor. The wooden boards were cold and hard, and the chill crept up her limbs. The mirrors around her reflected her trembling body.

Even her voice was shaking. “I feel like I should have died that day”

Emelie was supposed to be the most resilient. No matter how much William tried to crush her, she never bowed her head nor did she ever feel defeated. But now, all she talked about was death, like a faded old photograph that was gray and lifeless.

Wesley knew she was in great pain. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been in a coma for so many days post–surgery. The doctors said she had no will to live at that time.

everything about Capebatt City and

pretended to sleep during the day and sat hugging her knees through the night until dawn. She couldn’t

red, but

were red, but there were no tears. She had probably cried too much

is the easiest way out, but do you really want

eyelashes trembled, and she gritted

she really

to die quietly while her enemies lived lavishly? Did she want to let those who killed her adoptive and biological parents rise step by

really want

possibly

fingers clenched so tightly that her palms hurt. It was as if she were struggling to break free from a cocoon to

the Middleton family, the Davis family, the Collins family, and the Swanson family with me! I

be so unrestrained? Why should

their deaths 26 years later. Who did they think they

the chopping block, a lamb to the slaughter, a rabbit in a trap, or a bird with no branch to cling to within range of

since she hadn’t died 26 years ago and didn’t die 26 years later, it was now their tum to die

saw the resolve and hatred in her eyes, which were

clinging vine, nor did he think she should rely on him. However, he didn’t want her to become a wolf that would stop at nothing for revenge either. Hecovered her eyes with his hand, and his gentle voice sighed. “You don’t have to bear the burden of

“This isn’t just about the Pierce family. This