CHAPTER 120
Winning Her Heart Back
Chapter 120 Because of You She Lost Her Child
Emelle refused, âNo need.â
But Daphne insisted, thrusting the umbrella into her hand. âTake it. Youâll easily catch a cold in this weather.â
Emelie wondered what game she played.
Daphne said eamestly, âEmelle, donât think catching a cold is a minor illness. Sometimes, minor illnesses can lead to
problems.
to big prol
âLike my dad, we thought it was a common cold at first. But it escalated into a liteâthreatening condition. He almost didnât make it.â âFortunately, he had a heart transplant. Otherwise, I might not have a dad now,â Emelieâs ears picked up on that âDid you say heart transplant?â Daphne explained softly, âDonât you know about this surgery, Emelie? A heart transplant is when a patient with heart disease gets a healthy heart. âMy dad had the surgery yesterday. Itâs a major operation. If Mr. Middleton hadnât brought in the top surgeons for my dad, I wouldâve been worried.â Was the patient given priority over Greta Daphneâs father? The one who had only one week left to live and was in more critical condition than her mother. Emelie suddenly felt like Wren had thrown another cup of water in her face.
Her complexion rapidly paled against the dreary backdrop, appearing frail.
What an unlucky coincidence that it was Daphneâs father.
Emelie had just convinced herself to accept the doctors explanation
It was understandable to give the heart to the patient who only had a week left. But now, this patient was Daphneâs dad. So, did he genuinely go down to his final week?
slett? Or would he have received that heart regardless, even if he had one, two, three more years
William dared claim this had nothing to do with him. Emelle relt a surge of utter despair and fury.
At that moment, Daphne added, âI heard someone caused a scene over the heart yesterday. How pitifull
âBut I think what meant to be will be. Life and death, wealth and nobility are Godâs will. Some things canât be forced.â
Life, death, riches, and nobility were all hers.
Of course, she could stand here and preach nonsense.
Daphne didnât follow her to lend an umbrella. It was a victorâs chance to mock Emelie!
Daphne said, âItâs destined for her to miss this chance and face death. Donât you agree, Emelie?â
The thread of rationality snapped. Emelie raised her hand to strike Daphneâs Lace!
Before she could react, someone grabbed the umbrella from her and hit Daphne in the face with it.
Mona cursed angrily, âSay that again, bitch!â
The umbrellaâs metal wiring tore two gashes across Daphneâs face!
Daphne screamed in agony, staggering backward, William caught her just in time.
He immediately examined her bloody, gasted face.
Anicy chill ran through William as he snapped his gaze to Emelie.
Emelle, still enraged, stared backcoldly.
Daphne sobbed in Williamâs arms.
William said stemly, âApologize.â
Mona refused, cursing loudly. âYou shameless slut! Is this any way to speak? You got what you wanted, and now you act innocent.
*You stole what belonged to others and still gloated in front of them. How twisted can you be? Your mind must be messed up!â
Emelie held Mona back and asked William directly: âYouâre behind all this. You gave her father the heart meant for my mom, didnât you?
william looked at her. âHow long will you keep talking nonsense?â
Emelle laughed. âSo youâre telling me it was all coincidence?â
âWeâll discuss your matter later,â William glanced at Mona,
âApologize or face legal action. Your choice.â
The threat of legal action made Mona hesitate, but she refused to back down.
âMr. Middleton, youâre a big shot. We canât afford to offend you. Bat Emelle has been with you for three years, following you through hardships.
âTorturing her to this state, then allowing this bitch to trample over her. Do you have any conscience left?â
âWait for the lawyerâs letter.â William was taking Daphne to see a doctor.
Mona blurted out abruptly. âDo you even low that Emelie lost a child because of you?