Chapter 503 To Go Back to How Things Were
The wound on William’s neck remained untreated. It stained his black shirt collar a deeper hue. The blood had dried into scabs, and it was stark against his fair skin.
Emelie pursed her lips.
She knew well that as the only son of the Middleton family in Capebatt City, William had always been sheltered from harm. He had likely never even scraped his knee since childhood, let alone shed blood.
Making him bleed, especially in front of the people from Cloudex Corporation and the Middleton family, was sure to displease those around him. This was the case with Lyle, who was close to him.
No. There were a few times when he had been injured.
Once, in the wilderness, a villager had hit him on the back with a stick as he was holding her. Another time, during a village inspection, Reggie’s men had stabbed him in the abdomen, but fortunately, Emelie had managed to shake off one of those men in time and save him from a second stab.
It was a coincidence. She had been involved in both situations related to his injuries.
Emelie said nothing, and William took the opportunity to pull her into his arms, making her rest her chin on his shoulder.
Lowering his voice as though he was coaxing her, he said, “Angel, let’s forget about all this. Let’s live our lives as we did before.”
After a few seconds, Emelie replied, “Okay.”
William tilted his head slightly while examining her expression. Had she really agreed?
Emelie said, “I’ll be at the hospital with my mother tonight. You should head home by yourself.”
William gently rubbed her back. “Aren’t you tired after such a long flight? Come home with me today. I’ll accompany you to see your mother another day. Don’t worry. The doctors will take good care of her.”
Emelie pushed away from his embrace. “I’m not tired. I’m staying at the hospital with my mother today.”
This time, William remained silent.
Emelie’s eyes showed a faint scorn. “Do you not allow it?” She then smiled and continued, “Didn’t you say that you wanted us to live as we did before?
“You would never say no when I wanted to stay by my mother’s side back then. You would even send me lounge chairs, flowers, and three meals a day. You never restricted my movements. So, why can’t you allow it now?”
She leaned against the car door. The mockery in her tone deepened as she went on, “You said that you want us to go back to how things were before, but you’re also the one who won’t allow it.”
“If I let you stay at the hospital with your mother, I’m afraid that you’ll disappear from Capebatt City with her by tomorrow. You have Wesley now, and you don’t need my medical team that much anymore. Do you think I don’t know what you’re thinking?” William replied calmly.
Emelie gave an ironic smile. “Yes, we both understand each other’s intentions perfectly well. So, why did you say that you want us to go back to how things were? Mr. Middleton, that’s quite laughable.”
Like a sheet of paper that had been stained with ink and crumpled into a ball, their relationship could never regain its original smooth, clean state.
There were no time machines or shortcuts to undo any regrettable decisions made in this world. Everyone had to face the consequences and bear the costs of their actions. “When I use threats, I’m not testing my worth in your eyes. Instead, I’m testing the importance of that account book in your mind.” Emelie’s words seemed to pierce his heart. “My father’s gone, and my mother isn’t waking up. I’m your only lead now. Naturally, you need me alive. Otherwise, how would you locate the account book?”
Willian felt a surge of frustration in his chest. He suppressed the urge to cough and pursed his lips tightly. However, holding his breath only made his ribs ache. William got into the car and loudly slammed the door shut. His demeanor was as chilling as the snow–capped peaks of the far north as he said, “We’re going back to Eastbay.”