Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37 God's Arrangement
Emily didn't know how to explain.

Mr. Satan liked her hair very much, winding it around his fingertips and then letting it go lazily. "Stay away from him a bit."

Emily nodded. "I'll keep my distance from him."

"Good." Mr. Satan's hand slowly slid down from her head, his fingertips gently caressing her dewy face. "I feel like I can't be away from you anymore."

Emily felt ticklish by his touch and leaned away. "Do you know Jackson?"

"Uh, sort of," Mr. Satan's response was vague.

Which was true, given their shared circles in high society.

Emily reached out, also touching his cheek.

His white mask seemed to glow in the moonlight. Her hand slid along his jawline, wanting to remember its contours.

He caught her hand and kissed it lightly. "I didn't shave properly."

Emily chuckled, retracting her hand, and curled up in his embrace, resting her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes to rest.

"Mr. Satan."

"Yeah?"

"If I sue Sophia in court, do I have a chance of winning?"

Mr. Satan wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "What do you want to sue her for?"

Emily also wrapped her arm around his waist and rubbed her forehead against his chin. "When she went to see my dad, intentionally saying those things, it was clearly to upset him. When I confronted her about it, she even asked if my dad had died. That's attempted murder! Even if it wasn't successful, it's still intentional harm! She knew my dad had just had surgery not long ago and couldn't handle stress, yet she did it deliberately!"

Mr. Satan's voice remained calm but firm. "I understand how you feel, but Emily, whether it's murder or intentional harm, there has to be physical evidence of injury on your dad, either physical harm or poisoning. But he accidentally knocked over the hot water bottle himself. At most, Sophia failed to provide timely assistance, which can only be condemned morally. It's difficult to convict her legally."

Mr. Satan's explanation was as she expected.

Every hurtful word Sophia uttered was like a knife stabbing her father's heart, but she indeed hadn't physically harmed him.

Emily felt a bit disappointed. "Words really can kill."

"Yes, many have been driven to death by words. Sophia used her brain this time. I suspect someone guided her."

Speaking of which, Emily suddenly remembered something. "Could it be her mother who gave her the idea?"

"It's very likely," Mr. Satan said. "She's eager to marry into a wealthy family, so she must have done a lot of coaching for Sophia."

Emily gritted her teeth in silence. "It's despicable."

"Do you need my help?"