Chapter 567 An Opportunity to Be Your Teacher

Emelie tried to hold back her tears, but they rolled down regardless.

Sheenderstood what Girela meant.

n’s trap, which led to Greta and

A mother knew her daughter the best. Greta knew that if she died, Emelie would Ekely blame herself. Emelie would think she had fallen for William’s i Ronan’s deaths. Thus, Greta’s final words were to absobe Emelle, telling her it wasn’t her fa

Wesley handed her handkerchief, but Emelie shook her head and wiped her tears with her hand:

This was the last and only time she would cry. The next time she cried would be on the day she got her revenge.

“Did my mother say anything else?” Emelie asked hoarsely.

Marcel nodded. “She also wanted you to remember your promise to find Etta”

Hoven, the third daughter of the Hoven family.

Wesley picked up his teacup, and the steam from the tea blurted his features. “I’ve already sent my men to look for her. But she’s been missing for so many years, so there are no leads for now,”

“My parents told me that Ema dropped out of college after meeting a pank and eloped with him. She hasn’t contacted the family once since then,” Emelie said

She frowned. “Could she have been deceived? otherwise, she wouldn’t have not contacted the family at all.”

Another possibility was that she wasn’t able to contact them.

while being deep in thought. “William was also looking for Etta. He might suspect

memory, Etta was an

danger and asked Elta to take the account book with her. Your adoptive mother’s last words to find Elta were actually a way to tell you where the account book

plan for her even in her death. She couldn’t bear me blaming herself, and

and signaled Marcel to leave,

him, turned

“What

they are only surface–level. I want to be able to leam

surprised: “Aren’t

else.” Wesley uncrossed his legs and stood up, indicating that she should follow him. “We’ll

Emelie had with Wesley was

forte, given her background as a chief secretary. However, because she had been secretary, she

with invaluable insights from the viewpoint of a leader. She had leaned a lot

to business, Wesley

taught her shooting, archery, and horseback riding Horseback riding, in particular, was Emelle’s weekest skill. She had been outmaneuvered by William

before.

Wesley tool hold of

was plenty of space for horseback

moment, she was reminded of another man whose familiar scent of fresh snow was deeply

through the scar on her chest, and she tightened her grip on the reins

finger that she couldn’t remove, and her expression

she was distracted and looked down at her. She wore riding attire with her hair bed into a high ponytail, but some of her shorter

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