Blood on the third wish novel

Chapter 6 Arthur masked the coldness in his eyes. "I didn't understand my own heart before. I mistook my possessiveness for love. Now I realize that the only one I love is Sarah. When Sarah returns, you're leaving the country." My soul hovered in the air, watching the scene unfold, and I couldn't help but laugh. For Arthur, there was no right or wrong between women, only petty jealousy. He was the prize being fought over. Whoever he favored was in the right. When he favored Emily, everything I did was wrong. In his eyes, my every move was manipulative.

He knew Emily's stories were riddled with holes, yet he still suppressed me and humiliated me, just to keep her happy. Now that I was dead, he was filled with regret, remembering the beautiful memories we shared, and even finding himself growing weary of Emily. Cherishing someone like a treasure when in love, and casting them aside like driftweed when not -that was Arthur's modus operandi. But it didn't matter. What he took from me, he would soon pay back in full. Emily was still defending herself, "I just love you too much... Arthur, Sarah is already dead.

We grew up together as childhood sweethearts, no one suits you better than me. Let me take her place and stay by your side!" Arthur's mother heard the commotion and rushed over. Seeing the situation, she quickly tried to mediate, "Emily is right. Sarah is dead anyway. Are you going to remain chaste for her forever?" "Shut up!" Arthur suddenly exploded in rage, grabbing Emily by the throat. "Sarah isn't dead! She just left in anger! She'll be back soon!" Watching Emily's face turn purple, her eyes rolling back in her head, Arthur's mother hurriedly intervened to stop Arthur.

But the moment Arthur let go, Emily shouted with red-rimmed eyes, "Arthur, are you going to love a woman who killed her own son with her own hands?" 0.00% 12:39 "It is a fact that Sarah dashed our child to death!" "That's not true!" A young girl who had been eavesdropping at the door stepped forward. I remembered her. Her name was Lily, a maid in the Hudson manor's kitchen. I had once shown her kindness, and when Arthur locked me up, she was the one who risked offending him to sneak me food. Lily shouted loudly, "Ms. Emily's child died of suffocation from a seafood allergy!

It had nothing to do with Mrs. Hudson!" Summoning all her courage, she brought out the swaddling bundle that everyone had forgotten. Arthur frowned and lifted the white cloth. The child's ashen face was covered in a dense rash of red spots, proving everything. Emily's face went pale, but she still tried to argue stubbornly, "You're lying! My child is the reincarnation of a holy devotee! These marks on his face are an angel's kiss!

It's the symbol of a devotee!" Emily tried to use the rhetoric about the devotee's reincarnation, but Lily just whispered, "When the young master was born, the doctor explicitly said he couldn't eat seafood. It was Ms. Emily who personally ordered the kitchen to send food containing seafood...' "Arthur, this is our own flesh and blood! He died, and I'm the one grieving the most! How could I be so cruel as to use him to frame Sarah!" ་་ Emily cut her off loudly, but the very next second, a knock sounded. The butler stood respectfully outside the door, "Mr.

Hudson, there is a gentleman named Stone outside asking for Ms. Emily. He claims..." The butler paused, his gaze sweeping over Emily imperceptibly before he continued, "He claims to be Ms. Emily's husband." The moment she saw the visitor, every drop of color drained from Emily's face. 52.02% 12:39 admin