Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 818 Defend Yourself

Beathan's voice trembled. "You finally decided to pick up my call. How have you been? I've been wanting to see you, but Elias keeps getting in the way, and I can't get to you. You-'

Ashley's voice was like a breeze, weightless and devoid of emotion. "Beathan, if we had just stopped at the moment we broke up, everything after that wouldn't have happened. You wouldn't have fallen this low." Beathan's jaw tightened, and he let out a bitter laugh. 'I just can't accept it. We were together for seven years. How could you throw our relationship away so easily? It's like you never even loved me at all!'

"Beathan, if I didn't love you, I wouldn't have been with you for seven years. I loved you deeply, and I had so many dreams about us. Until that day when I opened the door and saw what I saw."

Beathan's voice was hoarse. "I'm sorry-"

Ashley cut him off. "Spare me the verbal apology. You'll pay for what you've done soon enough. That's the apology I want."

With that, she hung up.

Beathan could no longer hear her voice, and he shouted desperately, 'Ashley! Ashley-'

When he tried calling again, Ashley immediately declined his call.

He bolted out the door in a frenzy, desperate to find her. However, as soon as he opened the door, he was met with a swarm of police officers outside.

the police many times. They would come to interrogate him about this and that, slowly wearing down his mental state, and pushing him to the

time, however, it was clear that they weren't there just

intentional assault, attempted murder, bribery, unlawful detention, endangering public safety, inciting crimes,

criminal law, we are formally placing you under arrest. Please get ready to defend yourself this

days of chaos. She stepped out

was smiling as she brought Emelie a bowl of chicken soup. "Please have some soup to warm your stomach. The kitchen is preparing dinner now, and you can eat as soon as Mr.

Emelie nodded.

added, 'Natalia and

so it wasn't at

asked, "What

the guest room,"

doctor visited him?'

head. "He refused. He said

hair. She glanced at the tray with the hot soup, picked it up, and headed to the guest

window, putting down his phone. She didn't need to guess

knocked on the door, he

clothes-a black shirt and black trousers. He had also shaved. Except for the fading bruises on his face, he looked every bit the heir

Emelie looked at him, William