Chapter 745 Get on Your Knees and Beg
Neither the driver nor Jodie were with Emelie. She had sent them off on other tasks without explaining why.
“Do I need to report my whereabouts to you, Mr. Middleton?” she replied.
“You’ve had your restrictions lifted. Why didn’t you tell me?’ William asked.
Emelie paused before retorting, “Why should I have told you?”
William asked his third question. “You used my name to trick Daphne into coming back. What are you planning to do to her?”
Something flickered in Emelie’s eyes as she slowly responded, “So that’s why you’ve suddenly sprung back to life. It’s because of Daphne. Your concern for her really is as consistent as ever.”
William didn’t bother defending himself. ‘I’ve explained my relationship with Daphne to you before. There’s no need to provoke me. I just want you to answer this: What do you plan to do now that you’ve lured her back?” Emelie’s casual tone and playful expression gradually faded under the intensity of his questioning.
They were on a gravel road by the highway, a place rarely visited by anyone. Nearby, a train’s horn blared as it pulled into a station
After the noise died down, Emelie said coldly, “I want her to pay for my child’s life.”
The setting sun was already sinking low, and the sky seemed to turn even darker.
They stood facing each other, surrounded by tall wild grass swaying like waves in the wind.
The malice in Emelie’s eyes was unmistakable. “I’ve never met a woman as vicious as her. I was ready to let go of all the petty things she’d done in the past, but it turns out she was the mastermind behind the kidnapping. She’s been hiding for years, but now it’s time for her to pay.”
“So, you’re planning to kill her?” William asked solemnly.
Emelie didn’t deny it.
William’s jaw tightened as he swiftly grabbed her wrist. ‘I don’t care what else you do, but you’re not going to kill anyone. You won’t take a life, that’s the bottom line. Do you hear me?’
Emelie scoffed at his self-righteousness. She snapped, “And what about you? Was it okay for you and your friends to kill my foster parents? Didn’t you take a life? Why are you asking me to do things that you couldn’t do?”
William didn’t hesitate to respond. ‘Your father committed suicide!’
“What about my mother? She suffocated because someone stole the battery from her artificial heart!’ Emelie retorted.
William pulled her closer, his voice steady. “My hands are clean. I’ve never taken a life, and you’re not going to either.”
He could see the seething hatred in her eyes. He swallowed hard as he spoke in a low voice, “I’m begging you, don’t destroy yourself.”
Emelie’s gaze wavered as she yanked her hand back. “If you’re going to beg, you should act like it.”
She continued, “Remember when I begged you to help my mom get medical care? Your condition was that I return to you, that I become your mistress again. You treated me like a plaything, demanding I strip whenever you wanted.”
“I’m sorry,” William said.
“Sorry means nothing!” Emelie’s tone was cold. “If you want me to agree, get on your knees and beg.”
William’s dark gaze locked onto hers. Meanwhile, Emelie watched him without a trace of emotion on her face. In the next moment, he started to kneel.
Emelie’s eyes instantly filled with tears.
She was supposed to be completely indifferent to him by now, with no regard for his life. The only thing that kept her going was the thought of seeing him utterly ruined with nothing left. She wanted to make him pay for everything he’d done.
However, as she watched him kneel, her nerves snapped like a taut wire.
Before his knee could touch the ground, she shoved him away violently. She screamed with all her might. “William, what are you pretending for now?”