Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 874

Chapter 874 Murderer

“Ms. Tanner, are you alright?” Emmanuel was taken aback by Xylie’s unusual behavior.

She appears to be perfectly fine. Why is she acting so strangely?

“I-I’m fine!” Noticing that she had lost control of her emotions, she quickly wiped away her tears.

She forced a smile. “Mr. Lowe, thank you once again for helping me. No one has ever been so kind to me.”

Realizing that she cried because she was touched, Emmanuel finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Xylie’s words startled him again. “If I have a second life, I am willing to serve you for a lifetime! It’s impossible for this lifetime. Please forgive me.”

Pfft!

Emmanuel, who had just relaxed, couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Ms. Tanner, are you sick?” he asked instinctively.

Putting his medical knowledge to use, he observed Xylie’s complexion. It didn’t seem like she had a terminal illness. It could be slight malnutrition at most.

She shook her head before nodding profusely. “Yes, I’m beyond saving! No one can save me.”

He was really confused by her words. “I know medicine, so why don’t you let me check on you?”

“No, thanks! As I said, no one can save me.” She refused his kind offer and started eating voraciously.

He silently watched her.

He could tell that the woman in front of him was gentle and pure. Yet, she couldn’t care less about her image at all. It was as if this meal was her last!

“Ms. Tanner, take your time. There’s no need to rush.” Emmanuel couldn’t help but slow her down.

Xylie burst into tears again.

“Now, now. You don’t need to hold them back. Just let your emotions out.” He casually gave a tip to the violinist and asked them to leave the scene.

He knew that something was plaguing her. She might feel better after saying it aloud.

“Ms. Tanner, if you have something on your mind, you can tell me if you want to. You can consider me a friend.”

Emmanuel felt that they had some kind of connection. They had met three times despite being complete strangers.

Xylie also felt the same way. Emmanuel had saved her three times today!

That was why she felt closer to him than others.

After thinking for a moment, she lowered her head. Tears were still pooling in her eyes. “Mr. Lowe, don’t be surprised by what I’m about to tell you. I am a bad woman. I-I am actually a murderer.”

Oh

He’silently watched her.

He could tell that the woman in front of him was gentle and pure. Yet, she couldn’t care less about her image at all. It was as if this meal was her last!

“Ms. Tanner, take your time. There’s no need to rush.” Emmanuel couldn’t help but slow her down.

Xylie burst into tears again.

“Now, now. You don’t need to hold them back. Just let your emotions out.” He casually gave a tip to the violinist and asked them to leave the scene.

He knew that something was plaguing her. She might feel better after saying it aloud.

“Ms. Tanner, if you have something on your mind, you can tell me if you want to. You can consider me a friend.”

Emmanuel felt that they had some kind of connection. They had met three times despite being complete strangers.

Xylie also felt the same way. Emmanuel had saved her three times today!

That was why she felt closer to him than others.

After thinking for a moment, she lowered her head. Tears were still pooling in her eyes. “Mr. Lowe, don’t be surprised by what I’m about to tell you. I am a bad woman. I-I am actually a murderer.”

Oh my! How could Emmanuel not be surprised? He was shocked.

It wasn’t that he was afraid of murderers. He couldn’t believe that Xylie, such a delicate beauty, would be a

killer.

“Who did you kill?” he asked inquisitively.

“I-I killed my foster father.” Xylie didn’t hide the truth.

She closed her eyes and breathed, “I took out all my savings tonight just to have my last meal here.

“I can’t accept it. Why do I have to be mocked even for my last meal after living in poverty all my life? If it weren’t for meeting you, Mr. Lowe, I might have been kicked out tonight. And wouldn’t even get to enjoy my last delicious meal!”

So, that’s the reason! Emmanuel nodded, finally understanding why she was having dinner here.

Indeed, there was always a reasonable explanation behind illogical things.

“But why did you kill your foster father?” He was curious.

“…” She found it difficult to speak up. After looking at him briefly, she lightly bit her lip and said, “He was drunk that night and pinned me down. My foster mother saw it and fought with him. He beat her to a pulp, so L.. I