Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 877

Beathan had been taken away for quite some time, but his words lingered in the air. They echoed endlessly in the small room, refusing to fade away.

Emelie's expression was hard to read, like a moon veiled by thick clouds, obscuring any trace of light.

Jodie couldn't bear the silence any longer and tentatively called out, "Ma'am?"

Emelie closed her eyes, her chest tightening. It was hard to tell if she felt pain or numbness.

She asked in a low voice, "Do you think what Beathan said is true? That my mother didn't die three years ago and is still alive?"

Jodie was just as shaken. In fact, her world had already been turned upside down some time ago.

The William she thought that she knew and the William she had witnessed these past few days were completely different.

One was cold, heartless, and indifferent.

The other would go to the ends of the earth for Emelie. He would jump off a cliff without hesitation, or venture into dangerous territory in Faldoria without a second thought.

It was as clear as day that he would do anything for Emelie. So, even Jodie couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh.

"I don't know, ma'am," she said.

Emelie smiled a self-mocking smile. "I think that it's true. William can do anything."

She had underestimated him. If there was anyone who could pull off the impossible, it was William.

The fact that he always showed up wherever she was, which meant that he knew every detail of her life, was enough to prove that he had the power to turn the world upside down.

So, her mother was really alive. She hadn't died.

Emelie took a deep breath. Her throat was dry and painful as if it had been scraped with sandpaper.

She said, "Why didn't he tell me? I've asked him so many times, in so many different situations, and he would rather let me believe that he was the murderer than tell me the truth..."

He wanted her to hate him. He knew that if she believed he was responsible for her mother's death, she would never be able to forgive him.

It wouldn't matter how much blood he shed or how many dangers he faced for her, there would always be an unbridgeable chasm between them.

Suddenly, it dawned on her.

She laughed bitterly. "Oh, I get it now. What he wanted was for me not to forgive him. He wanted me to take revenge on him."

He wanted her to hurt, torment, and break him. He wanted her to make him feel the pain and the misery she had endured.