Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 814

William tightened his grip around her waist. "Have you ever wondered why you two have so much chemistry? Have you wondered why he's been so fixated on you since high school? Why does he care about you so much?"

Emelie's eyes flickered. "What are you trying to say?"

William continued, "His mother, Mrs. Filo, liked you the moment she met you. Do you ever think about the reason why?"

Emelie's brows knitted tightly. "What exactly are you getting at?"

William revealed a small smile. "Why don't you try doing a DNA test between you and Wesley?"

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Emelie instantly shoved him away.

She stumbled back, crashing into the cabinet behind her with a loud bang.

The clinic's doctor rushed over immediately. "Ms. Pierce?"

With just a glance, William could tell that everyone in the clinic was also under her control.

The doctor noticed that Emelie's face, which had been fine a moment ago, had turned pale. So, he assumed she was unwell. "Have you taken the antidote, Ms. Pierce?"

Her illness was actually caused by the medication she'd been taking.

She shook her head, still glaring intently at William. "I'm fine. You can leave... We still have things to discuss."

With that, the doctor left.

Emelie reached out and grabbed William by the collar. She wasn't gripping it tightly, but every word seemed to be forced out through gritted teeth.

"Explain yourself now!" she said.

In contrast, William was calm. "Why do you think that all the food stalls in front of the old house suddenly disappeared?"

Emelie didn't want to think about it. "Someone reported them. City management came to clear them out."

William said, "Who would bother reporting a bunch of food stalls that have been there for over 30 years? They were well-acquainted with the locals and bothered no one."

Emelie gritted her teeth. "How would I know?"

"Someone didn't want you interacting with them too much. They were afraid that they might one day tell you something. For example, they might say, 'The man beside you used to come here to buy sweet potatoes as a kid. Isn't his name Kingston?'"