Chapter 919: Chapter 919: I’d Rather Die
Emma Winton breathed a huge sigh of relief and repeatedly confird, “Are you sure?”
The nurse nodded with certainty.
Chloe Woods also began to smile, “That’s great, Emma. We finally got rid of the only ticking ti bomb.”
Emma was also glad, but amidst her happiness, she felt odd; sothing seed too smooth.
It’s not a good thing when dangerous matters proceed too smoothly.
Emma furrowed her brows again.
Seeing Emma not entirely happy, Chloe Woods felt puzzled. With a restrained smile, she asked, “What’s wrong, Emma?”
Emma spoke thoughtfully, “It seems too easy.”
“Isn’t that preferable? With their minimal wariness, the drugs we tampered with, they won’t even notice,” Chloe laughed, but as she laughed, she pulled on her wound, causing her to twitch in pain.
Chloe raised her hand to touch her still slightly swollen face, unable to contain her anger. Zoey Sanders’ mom is simply a madwoman.
Her daughter deserved her fate.
Emma couldn’t be as simple-minded as Chloe; she still felt sothing was off.
“Oh Emma, don’t overthink it. Nothing will happen. Maybe soon enough, they’ll be rushed to the ergency room and never co out again.”
Emma bit her lip, casting a suspicious gaze at her silent father beside her, quickly retreating her gaze.
Waiting silently for over an hour, every minute felt like torture to Emma.
Emma clenched her hand tightly, almost bleeding, and the room of Zoey Sanders remained calm.
Emma squeezed her eyes shut and asked, “Dad, it was you, wasn’t it? You replaced the drugs with normal ones.”
If the nurse injected Zoey Sanders as instructed and succeeded, it wouldn’t be this tranquil by Zoey’s side.
If Joseph Sanders discovered the drugs were replaced, it wouldn’t be this calm here.
Hence, only one possibility remains; she replaced the drugs, and soone else reverted them to their original state afterward.
Zoey Sanders is unhard, and Joseph Sanders detected no anomalies.
Owen Winton straightened up, sighed with exhaustion visibly on his face, feeling he aged so much in a single day.
“If I hadn’t intervened, tonight they’d catch you right-handed.”
Zoey Sanders’ room certainly had precautions. Had Emma acted as planned, the substituting nurse wouldn’t have left Zoey’s room; they were waiting for Emma to make a move so they can catch her red-handed.
Emma was overly anxious due to fear, conveniently falling into their trap.
“Stop this, while it’s not too late. Although you’ve plotted against Wyatt Lewis, ultimately he remains unhard, Lewis Family might show leniency.”
“Regarding the Sanders Family young lady, since they’ve already vented their anger, at most they’ll vent one more ti. As long as her life is unhard, and you admit fault, I’ll find a way to protect you. However, if you truly harm Zoey Sanders again, they certainly won’t spare you.”
Emma’s expression worsened as she grabbed Owen’s arm, tremblingly spoke, “What do you an ‘should maybe’? They ca over and beat us just based on their suspicions. If they gather evidence, they could destroy us.”
“I don’t want that outco, dad… If the charges are confird, I’m finished. It’ll beco a stain on my life; how will I face everyone then…”
Emma cried miserably while Owen quietly watched her, saying nothing.
After a prolonged silence, Owen said nothing more.
Emma raised her hand to hold her head, feeling she was on the brink of collapse.
Why did she do this? Why?
If she hadn’t done it, everything would be different.
What is it about Wyatt Lewis and Aria Richardson that made her commit such vile acts?
Emma couldn’t hold back, suddenly bursting into tears, “What… what should I do? I don’t want to destroy myself like this.”
She may disregard the physical pain but could not ignore her reputation.
If these affairs are exposed, she’d no longer be the unreachable eldest daughter of the Winton Family but a despicable, maniacal villain worthy of public scorn.
She couldn’t bear ending up a nobody, having to take all the bla and sha.
Emma clung to her head, sobbing continuously, suddenly she threw off the covers and rushed desperately towards the open window.
“Emma!”
Owen’s face paled with fear, his heart leaping as he rushed to grip Emma’s leg as she climbed out the window.
Owen rebuked loudly, “What are you doing? Are you insane?”
Chloe hurried to embrace the agitated Emma, crying with runny nose and tears, “Emma, what are you doing? Don’t scare us; there’ll be a way through this, don’t act irrationally.”
Emma’s body slowly crumbled to the ground, despairingly sitting down and repeatedly shaking her head, “I don’t want to be known as a villain by everyone; I don’t want to go to prison, if that happens, I’d rather die.”
Emma clutched Owen’s clothes, crying sorrowfully, “Dad, I don’t want it to end like that; if that happens, I’d rather die.”
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