Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 646 Her Revenge

Patrice finally understood what had happened. "So it was you. I knew it! Aside from having hypertension, Uncle Henry was always healthy. He must have suddenly fallen so ill because you poisoned him!

"Vanessa, how dare you cause a scene at my uncle's funeral after killing him. Aren't you afraid he'll haunt you because you've disturbed his final journey to heaven?"

Vanessa looked at the photos, shaking her head in terror. She didn't know when they had been taken." These aren't real! I didn't do it!"

She had always feared that William would suspect the cause of Henry's illness and investigate the medicine residue. Hence, she would mix the poison into the medicine she prepared. Once Henry drank it, all the evidence would be gone, and William wouldn't be able to hold it against her.

Given the clarity and proximity of the photos, they must have been taken by a maid. A traitorous spy was among them.

A bone-chilling cold crept up her back. She sensed she was about to take a huge fall. Her mind raced as she pointed at William in a desperate struggle. "It's you! William, you forged these photos to divert attention from yourself. Do you think a few photos can convict me?"

"Aside from photos, we also have video evidence," William replied.

Vanessa's legs nearly gave out, and she began to retreat as she lost strength.

poison procurement channels,

began trembling, wondering how they got hold of even the medicine bowls. Where and how did he

around the funeral hall and locked eyes with Emelie,

laughed abruptly. It was Emelie who provided

him against someone who also hated him and wanted to destroy him. Vanessa felt

"My father's body hasn't been cremated yet, so it can still be examined. All of this is more than enough

the instruction to take her away. "Take

when she was handcuffed by two female officers. She only screamed hoarsely,

voice was filled with hatred. It was as if she wanted to

"Can all the reporters please leave?

at some point, leaving behind a bouquet for William. It wasn't a bouquet of

night, the Middleton family's manor returned to its usual quietness. Henry's body had been

the night's wind howled, the white

east parlor, the

first. "Vanessa kept saying