Chapter 565 It Was Their Tum to Die
Dreams weren’t her sanctuary from reality. She never knew when she might relive that event in the wilderness in her dreams again.
The wound where William shot the arrow at her had indeed healed, leaving only a coin–sized scar. Yet, with every heartbeat, the pain in her chest still throbbed. Each bear w
reminder <b>of </b>that event
Emelie took a deep breath, and her <b>eyes </b><b>suddenly </b>turned red as <b>she </b>exhaled. “I don’t <b>know</b>, Wesley, <b>I </b>don’t know how to face it.”
She didn’t know how to face Greta’s death, the pain of the arrow wound, the destruction of her family, and William’s attempts to take her life. There were too many questions, and she couldn’t find a single answer.
Why did these things happen? Why did she always have to endure such things?
Emelie sat on the floor. The wooden boards were cold and hard, and the chill crept up her limbs. The mirrors around her reflected her trembling body.
Even her voice was shaking. “I feel like I should have died that day”
Emelie was supposed to be the most resilient. No matter how much William tried to crush her, she never bowed her head nor did she ever feel defeated. But now, all she talked about was death<b>, </b>like a faded old photograph that <b>was </b>gray and lifeless.
Wesley knew she was in great pain. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been in aa for <b>so </b>many days post–surgery. The doctors said she had no will to live at that time.
If escaping and cocooning herself could really let her forget everything about Capebatt City and start anew, he would let her hide in her cocoon forever.
However, the issue was that she pretended to sleep during the day and sat hugging her knees through the night until dawn. She couldn’t let go of those things. She was only torturing herself.
red, but
Wesley lifted her face. Her eyes were red, but there were no tears. She had probably cried too much for the past few <b>days</b>.
“Dying is the easiest way out, but do you really want that? Wesley said.
Emelie’s eyshes trembled, <b>and </b>she gritted her teeth.
Did she really want that?
Did she really want to die quietly while her enemies livedvishly? Did she want to let those who killed her adoptive and biological parents rise step by <b>step </b>on their bones?
Did she really want that?
How could she possibly want that?
Emelie’s fingers clenched so tightly that her palms hurt. It was as if she were struggling to break free from <b>a </b>cocoon to be a butterfly.
She squeezed out each word through gritted teeth. “If I die, I’ll take the Middleton family, the Davis family, the Collins family, and the Swanson family with me! I want them to die with me!”
Why should they be <b>so </b>unrestrained? Why should they act so recklessly?
They destroyed the Pierce family 26 years ago and then forced the Hown family to their deaths 26 yearster. Who did they think they were? What did they think they were?
Was she a tish on the chopping block, amb to the ughter, a rabbit in a trap, or a bird with no branch to cling to within range of a crossbow?
Azing fire ignited in Emelie’s chest, reviving her nearly lifeless form, since she hadn’t died 26 years ago and didn’t die 26 yearster, it was now their tum to <b>die</b>
Wesley saw the resolve and hatred in her eyes, which were something he had never seen so sharply before..
He never thought of her as a clinging vine, nor did he think she should rely on him. However, he didn’t want her to be a wolf that would stop at nothing for revenge either. Hecovered her eyes with his hand, and his gentle voice sighed. “You don’t have to bear the burden of the Pierce family’s affairs.”
Emelle swallowed hard. “This isn’t just about the Pierce family. This is about my family.”
Xander was her biological father.
<b>Wesley </b>paused, then slowly lowered his hand.
Emelie looked out the window with her gaze seemingly piercing through the current darkness, crossing oceans and thousands of miles back to Capebatt City, where she saw that man and those other men
She murmured, “They fear the reopening of the case, so I will n
I make their nightmaree true. Everyone at the Xanther <b>Group </b>should apologize to Xander Group”
Wesley watched her for a long while Revenge had be her only motivation to live.
After a while, he said<b>, </b>“Alright.”
Emelie looked back at him. He showed no emotion <b>and </b>said, “We’ll make them pay.”
If she wanted to escape, they would stay in Mercianna. This was his ce. Here, she could live however she wanted, and no one could hurt her.
If she wanted revenge, they would return to Capebatt City to settle every new and old score, making those who deserved to die pay and those who deserved to atone atone. He had always followed her lealN?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.