Winning Her Heart Back

Mr. Middleton Did It Himself 

Cireta collapsed onto the grass. Emelle stumbled and fell as well, rolling several yards down a small slope. 

A gust of wild wind tore through the plain. Emelle delt as if the arrow had pierced her heart, leaving a wide gaping hole in her chest for the wind to pass through, chilling her to the 

bone. 

In contrast to the bloody scene before her, her face was pale as paper. Her mind began buzzing with the thought of her mother, and the intense pain made every nerve in her body scream. She had to muster all her strength to crawl hall a yard to her mother’s side and grab her sleeve. 

“Mom” she said 

Memories flashed before her eyes like a movie. 

She saw a quiet afternoon when she and her mother sorted threads while chatting. She recalled a business trip when her bedridden mother was still thinking about knitting scarves and gloves to keep her warm. There was a time when her mother made her favorite jelly and saved honey just for her. 

One night, they talked about how she hoped Emelle would marry well but feared she’d suffer in a wealthy family Greta worried she wouldn’t be able to seek justice for her, leaving her vulnerable to bullying. 

Emelie sobbed uncontrollably, crawling desperately on the ground to hold Greta’s bloody body. “Call an ambulance! Get an ambulance here now!” 

Just then, Greta, who was sprawled on the ground, suddenly raised her head 

Emelie was too stunned to react. In the next moment, Greta took out a knife hidden under her cloak and lunged at her. 

Everything happened in such a short time, 

confusion. 

Emelie was still reeling from her grief. Hence, the scene unfolding before her eyes fried her brain with shock, disbelief, and 

The knife loomed larger in her vision, slashing through her wedding dress and cutting the silk ribbons. Her flowercrown had fallen off, and her hair was flying freely in the wind. Just before the knite cut into her fleshi, William kicked the woman away. 

The woman rolled on the ground, her cloak falling open and hood coming off, revealing a completely unfamiliar face 

It wasn’t her mother. It wasn’t Greta 

People’s voices sounded different in the wilderness. In addition, Emelie wasn’t very calm. Hence, she had failed to recognize that the woman’s cry hadn’t sounded like Greta’s at 

However, the car in which the woman arrived in had indeed been sent by Lyle to fetch Greta from the hospital. Since Greta wasn’t in the car, then where was she? 

Emelie hadn’t even had time to feel relief that the person shot wasn’ther mother when a greater terror swept over her. 

William pulled her up from the grass. If he had dared to shoot so confidently, beast have known all along that the person was an impostor, meaning he knew where her mother 

She grabbed William’s am “Where’s my mother? Where is she?! 

“Come back with me,” Willam said, pulling her along hurriedly. 

For the first time, he looked genuinely anxious, as if the world would collapse if they were late This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Just then, another convoy appeared. Although they were all SUVs, they wam’tlyle’s 

The leading car rolled down its window, revealing that Vanessa was inside. She was clad in a black velvet chanel blazer with a tiny hat perched on the side of her head, looking cather elegant. 

“I know where your mother is,” she said with a small smile. She just died, moments ago.” 

“Impossible!” Emelie cried out. 

It couldn’t be true. She hadn’t recovered from her heartbreak yet 

Even though it had been a deception, she couldn’t bear to go through the heart wrenching pain of losing her mother again 

Shekingedar Vanessa, but William held her tightly. Hence, she could only scream with all her might. “Where is my mother? What have you done to her?” 

“Emelie, stop joking around. Why would harm your mother? just happened to see what happened to her as I passed by. It was a councidence,” Vanessa said, tossing something out the car window 

Emelia’s eyes widened in borror when she saw a battery clattering to the ground. It was the battery for Greta’s artificialheart. 

Ever since she got the artificial heart, she always carred a battery with her. Without it, her heart would soon stop beating because it lacked the power to do so. 

Emelle lunged forward like a mad man, screaming, “Vanessa Rowe!” 

Wilham held Emelie with one arm, raising the crossbow with the other to shoot at Vanessa, who immediately rolled up the window. 

The window was bulletproot, and the arrow couldn’t penetrate it. More people got out of the SUVs, and Charles was among them 

Using the door handles as support, he climbed onto the car roof, staring down at them. “Mrs. Middleton isn’t hing. She’s dead. Mr. Middleton did it himself. Ms. Hoven, did you not listen to the CDI pw you last time 

Charles had secretly given her a during their dinner at the Westward Club, but she hadn’t had the chance to listen to it 

charles decided to let her know 

a few hundred yards would be 

was on that CD “Well,t’s time It’s not too late to listen to it now. My car has a modified sound system with excellent range. Everyone within