Marrying the Ugly Heir for Truth and Wealth novel Chapter 559

Chapter 559 We Shall See

Emilia's words were like a sharp dagger, stabbing directly at Miranda’s heart.

Mortified beyond belief, Miranda couldn't control herself and slapped Emilia right across her cheek.

The moment her hand fell, Miranda regretted it.

Emilia looked at her mother, her eyes widening in disbelief. “How dare you hit me? What right do you have to hit me?”

Stricken, Miranda pleaded, “I'm sorry, Emilia. I didn't mean to. I was just too angry, and I couldn't control myself. Please, forgive me just this once.”

She reached out her hand, hoping to examine Emilia's cheek, but the latter pushed her away in disgust.

“Get away from me!” Emilia's words cut deeper than her actions. “If you had listened to me back then and allowed me to replace Christina and marry Nathaniel, you wouldn't have been abandoned by the old rascal Gideon and forced to work as a janitor just to get by”

Staring at Emilia, Miranda gritted her teeth. “Emilia, he's your father.” “He doesn't deserve to be my father. He ruined us. When will you wake up?” Emilia retorted, her grip tightening on Miranda's shoulder as she spat in a vehement tone, “Look at Sharon, then look at yourself. Are you content with being suppressed by that wretched Christina all your life? Today, she attended a grand banquet, looking all glorious. She caused me harm, and yet she made me lose my job and even ruined my reputation. I can never work as a model again!” Overcome with emotion, Emilia burst into tears. “I want Christina dead. I want her dead!”

Her roar echoed through the house, causing Miranda to clamp a hand over Emilia’s mouth in fear. “Calm down, Emilia. The walls here are thin. You need to be quiet.”

Pushing her away, Emilia broke into deranged laughter. “My future is ruined, What else do I have to lose? Even if I was in front of Christina herself, I'd say the same.”

“Emilia, you're drunk. I'll help you back to your room to rest. You'll think clearer after a good night's sleep,” Miranda pleaded. “I didn't drink. In fact, I'm very clear-headed, and I know exactly what I'm doing,” Emilia declared, picking up her purse from the floor and humming a tune as she retreated to her room.

Miranda collapsed to the floor, unable to comprehend how her daughter had changed so drastically in such a short span of time. Earlier in the afternoon when Emilia had left for work, she had seemed normal.

The sleepless night dragged on, and by morning, Emilia's elbow wound had worsened.

She ignored the doctor's orders the previous evening and bathed, exposing her wound to hot water for over half an hour. By then, she was feverish and dizzy.

Unable to bear it any longer, Emilia hurriedly got ready and headed to the hospital alone. Miranda had already left for work early, so Emilia had no one else to turn to.

Sitting on a bench in the hospital's corridor, Emilia took a picture of her wound and edited it before sending it to Christina with a message that read: You injured me yesterday, and the wound has become serious. You need to compensate me for my medical expenses. I'm at the hospital waiting for you. We shall see what happens if you don't show up.

Startled awake by the pinging notification on her phone, Christina fumbled about to bring the device into her sight. A jarring image of a mangled and bloody wound met her bleary gaze, snapping her awake instantly.

Suppressing a knot of unease welling up in her stomach, Christina replied: What's the total medical expense? I'll wire tt to you.

Emilia let out a scoff and replied: The doctor said the infection was serious and could lead to amputation. They've insisted I be admitted immediately. Since you're responsible for causing this, shouldn't you come to take care of me?

Christina furrowed her brows in displeasure as she texted: Out of a sense of duty, I'll cover all your medical expenses, but I'm under no obligation to tend to you personally. I could arrange for a nurse instead.