Winning Her Heart Back

Her Fault 

Charles sat on the roof of his car, crossing his legs as he whistled provocatively 

William was consumed by questions 

How did they know Greta wasn’t dead? How did they know something would happen at the wedding? While he had many questions, he didn’t have time to think about them. 

William pulled Eselle behind him and ticed an arrowar charles. 

Charles agilely entered through the car window, William’s true target wasn’t Charles, though. There was a loud snap as the arrow pierced the speaker. 

However, the sound didn’t stop. The car’s speaker continued to play the recording of William pressuring Greta 

“Where’s the account book?” williamsaid. 

“Where’s Emelle? Greta asked 

“Where’s the account book?” William ignored Greta and asked again. 

“What have you done to Eme, you heartless beasts? Isn’t it enough you killed Mr. Pierce? Now you’re going after his only remaining daughter too?” Greta said. “Where’s the account book?” William said. 

William repeated the question in a calm, emotionless, and monotonous voice, Even Emelie was going through an emotional breakdown from just listening to the recording, let alone Greta who had faced him directly 

Emelie broke tree from William’s grasp, staggering. The world spun around her. 

The beeping sound of Greta’s heart monitor could be heard in the recording. It was beeping faster and faster, indicating increasing denger, until it turned into an alarm. There was a heavy thud on the bed, likely Greta collapsing. 

Before she lost consciousness, she said, “Emelie knows nothing. She really knows nothing. Don’t hurt her. Come after me. Come after me.” 

Then, chaos ensued as everyone trantically tried to rescue her. “This is bad! The patient’s heart has stopped! Get her to the ER! Hurry! Hurry!” 

The recording cut off abruptly, and Emelie’s mind went blank 

He looked at the chaotic Light before her. 

People were being kicked and beaten. Some were bleeding while others had fallen to the ground and rolled down the slopes. How ridiculous it was that things had evolved to this stage. 

She started to wonder, who was to blame for this mess? 

Was it actually her fault? Yes, it was her fat 

While William was evil, she was foolish. She had misjudged William and invited a wolf into her home, killing both fonan and Greta. She had killed her foster parents who treated her like their own daughter. 

She had been a tool for William for three years, enduring countless injuries that tore her to pieces. However, that could be attributed to her poor luck or fate. 

Wit, after he wooed her back with a spectacular display, she had let her guard down and accepted him again. She was the one to blame for harming both herself and the people around her. 

In a daze, she looked down at her wedding dress. The gradient mint green hem was dirty. Although it was dirty, it was still beautiful, like ality of the valley. A lily of the valley about to wither. 

Emelle knew that Greta’s sudden collapse was directly tied to Wiliam and his accomplices. However, she hadn’t read it was will himself who had driven her to this state He knew how much Greta meant to her, how much Emelie had sacrificed for her, yet he had mercilessly tortured her mother. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“If you love someone, you’ll love everything about them, even the things that come with them. If you hate someone, you’ll dislike everything about them, too,” Emelie thought to hersel 

william didn’t love her, so he was ruthless to her. He didn’t love her but insisted on marrying her. It was ridiculous that he claimed to design her wedding dress himself. 

Emelie stumbled backward. 

Willam noticed her blank expression and knew she was in a bad state. 

He tried to grab her. “‘”Emelie!” 

With so many people fighting, William couldn’t get close to Emelie, Meanwhile, she didn’t care about the chaos around her. She didn’t dodge or old it, moving among them like a lost sod. 

Someone kicked her in the back, and she fell to the ground. Before she could get up, another person stepped on her hand. Despite that, she gritted her teeth and grabbed the car door handle, pulling herself up, 

Through the glass, she stared at Vaness inside. “Where is my mother? Where did this battery come from?” 

Vanessa rolled down the window. Looking at Emelie in her beautiful yet disheveled state, she pot on a fake expression of sympathy. 

As always, she spoke softly as if she were still the Middleton family elder who liked Emelle and treated her like a daughter. “Oh, Emelie, I didn’t lie to you. As I said earlier, your trends rescued your mother from the hospital, but William’s men caught up quickly 

*I was passing by the hospital and wanted to help. However, William wouldn’t let your mother, who knew about the account book, live to see you. The fewer people who know about the account book, the better. 

“Well, he can’t just kill someone on the street, can he? Luckily, an opportunity quickly arose for him, when your friends were outnumbered, they told your mother to contin running ahead as someone would receive her. They stayed behind to cover to your mother ended up alone