Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 781 How Can You Be Sure?

Emelie looked at William's calm demeanor, feeling as though she had struck a blow against a pillow. She pursed her lips and sank into the sofa in silence.

William brought a cup of tea over to her.

"Try this," he suggested.

The tea had a subtle bitterness, but it was sweet at the same time. As the fragrant steam rose, Emelie's brow started to relax. After a few moments, Emelie accepted the cup from him and took a few sips.

William watched her drink, noting that she seemed to appreciate the flavor.

His gaze softened as he spoke. "Tea can help soothe your nerves. Are you feeling less anxious now?"

Emelie paused, reflecting on his words. She realized that his teasing had been deliberate. He had sensed her anxiety and was trying to distract her.

She decided not to acknowledge his attempt at comfort, remaining silent and continued to sip her tea. William sat beside her and took out his phone. He quickly familiarized himself with the situation and dialed Bryan's number with a frown.

In Weston, Bryan had just emerged from the police station.

waiting for him outside, clamoring for interviews. He only

asked, "What's the

an accident. However, the public will undoubtedly hold the Swanson Corporation responsible. Who else

of being behind the incident, but

had turned as pale as a

exterior, she was very kind. That was why she was

at him.

eyes narrowed. "How can you

explained, "If she were capable of killing, none of us would be here right

adhered to the law while

be no different from Charles or Beathan. Her deep-seated hatred for them made it

nose bridge and agreed with William. A person's nature was difficult to change, and Emelie had shown no

only one possible

of the drugging incident to matchmake Emelie and William, had a motive to undermine

the same thought. "What does Beathan think

say? He's being charged for hiring criminals and can't leave Coastalburg. The Swanson family's legal team is quite capable. If we didn't commit the crime, no one can frame