Chapter 548 Suicide
Emelle pressed the knife even deeper, and more blood flowed out
charles had gotten out of the car, his face devoid of its usual carefree smile. He watched Emelie intently, his expression unreadable.
During the time William had kept her under house arrest, Emelie had threatened him verbally with her own life countless times, but she meant it this time
Vanessa’s words caused her to react emotionally as if death meant nothing to her anymore. She had no one left in this world that she cared about, and she truly wasn’t afraid to
die
William’s dark eyes flikkered as he stared at the blood on her neck. In less than three seconds, he relented, “Yes, it was the best way to handle it.”
Her mother really was dead, and it was him who had killed her.
Emelie let go of the breath she was holding.
She looked at William. They had spent day and night together for three years, and had gone through another year entangled in a love hate relationship. Was this how things would end between them?
She watched the two groups fighting and wondered why they were fighting Was it for her? Was it to seize her?
She laughed.
Charles approached her, saying, “Put the knife down, Ms. Hoven. Mr. Middleton is right, this truly is the best way to handle it. Once Mrs. Hoven is gone, everything will be over. We can all live our lives in peace, and you can continue to be Mrs. Middleton. It’s a win–win.”
So, that was the reason.
Emelie finally understood why William had acted so affectionate towards her during this time. He wanted to keep her by his side by killing her mother.
Was she supposed to be moved by his deep love and care? Was she supposed to be grateful?
He wanted her to be Mrs. Middleton, yet his distrust was so heavy. Her status as a member of the Pierce family would always provoke his caution. Hence, he could never truly set her free, and she would always live under his surveillance.
In the end, besides just being alive, what did she have left! She had neither family, freedom, nor dignity
She looked at William and laughed again.
Everyone present was either William’s or Charles’s men. Regardless of who won, whoever got her would be imprisoning her.
After merkulously planning for so long, she still couldn’t escape. She didn’t want to escape anymore. Since her mother was dead, what was the point of continuing to survive? It was meaningless
Hence, she shut her eyes and pressed the knife against her neck hard.
Charles exclaimed, frightened, “Ms. Hoven!”
She acted decisively without hesitation. The sharp blade was about to sever her windpipe and end her life.
However, William rushed forward in a split second and grabbed the blade bare–handed. As the knife was extremely sharp, it instantly cut into his Desh and skin.
He held onto it tightly, and blood gushed down his wrist into the sleeve of his shirt. Emelie opened her eyes in a daze at the strong metallic smell of blood.
William’s ugly expression turned even paler. “What are you trying to do?”
Was she trying to commit suicide?
Tears streamed down Emelie’s cheeks. She wasn’t and had never been such a person. She rarely cried, let alone contemplated taking her own life. However, because of William… “I really don’t want to see you anymore,” Emelie said
She couldn’t shake him off. No matter where she fled to, she couldn’t escape him.
She had changed jobs and even moved to a different city, but she still couldn’t escape him. From the moment she resigned, he had started to manipulate her relentlessly.
She used to have the spirit to fight back because she had imagined and looked forward to her future, and she had her mother to worry about.
However, she had nothing left.
There had never been any sweet memories between them worth remembering. Even the fireworks had been faked, just another tool he used to deceive her. What did they mean to her now?
She would rather die then spend several decades with him,
Using her own death as het escape, she wouldn’t need to live the pain of knowing she killed her foster parents. She wouldn’t need to suffer wondering why William treated het
like this.
Why was everything between them alle? What did those three years mean exactly? What meaning did the past year hold?
The love letters from their youth, the wedding ring she couldn’t take off, the whispers of “angel” every night. What did they all mean now?
