Marrying the Ugly Heir for Truth and Wealth

Chapter 559

Chapter 559 We Shall See

Emilia's words were like a sharp dagger, stabbing directly at Miranda’s heart.

Mortified beyond belief, Miranda couldn't control herself and slapped Emilia right across her cheek.

The moment her hand fell, Miranda regretted it.

Emilia looked at her mother, her eyes widening in disbelief. “How dare you hit me? What right do you

have to hit me?”

Stricken, Miranda pleaded, “I'm sorry, Emilia. I didn't mean to. I was just too angry, and I couldn't

control myself. Please, forgive me just this once.”

She reached out her hand, hoping to examine Emilia's cheek, but the latter pushed her away in

disgust.

“Get away from me!” Emilia's words cut deeper than her actions. “If you had listened to me back then

and allowed me to replace Christina and marry Nathaniel, you wouldn't have been abandoned by the

old rascal Gideon and forced to work as a janitor just to get by”

Staring at Emilia, Miranda gritted her teeth. “Emilia, he's your father.” “He doesn't deserve to be my

father. He ruined us. When will you wake up?” Emilia retorted, her grip tightening on Miranda's

shoulder as she spat in a vehement tone, “Look at Sharon, then look at yourself. Are you content with

being suppressed by that wretched Christina all your life? Today, she attended a grand banquet,

looking all glorious. She caused me harm, and yet she made me lose my job and even ruined my

reputation. I can never work as a model again!” Overcome with emotion, Emilia burst into tears. “I want

Christina dead. I want her dead!”

Her roar echoed through the house, causing Miranda to clamp a hand over Emilia’s mouth in fear.

“Calm down, Emilia. The walls here are thin. You need to be quiet.”

Pushing her away, Emilia broke into deranged laughter. “My future is ruined, What else do I have to

lose? Even if I was in front of Christina herself, I'd say the same.”

“Emilia, you're drunk. I'll help you back to your room to rest. You'll think clearer after a good night's

sleep,” Miranda pleaded. “I didn't drink. In fact, I'm very clear-headed, and I know exactly what I'm

doing,” Emilia declared, picking up her purse from the floor and humming a tune as she retreated to her

room.

Miranda collapsed to the floor, unable to comprehend how her daughter had changed so drastically in

such a short span of time. Earlier in the afternoon when Emilia had left for work, she had seemed

normal.

The sleepless night dragged on, and by morning, Emilia's elbow wound had worsened.

She ignored the doctor's orders the previous evening and bathed, exposing her wound to hot water for

over half an hour. By then, she was feverish and dizzy.

Unable to bear it any longer, Emilia hurriedly got ready and headed to the hospital alone. Miranda had

already left for work early, so Emilia had no one else to turn to.

Sitting on a bench in the hospital's corridor, Emilia took a picture of her wound and edited it before

sending it to Christina with a message that read: You injured me yesterday, and the wound has become

serious. You need to compensate me for my medical expenses. I'm at the hospital waiting for you. We

shall see what happens if you don't show up.

Startled awake by the pinging notification on her phone, Christina fumbled about to bring the device

into her sight. A jarring image of a mangled and bloody wound met her bleary gaze, snapping her

awake instantly.

Suppressing a knot of unease welling up in her stomach, Christina replied: What's the total medical

expense? I'll wire tt to you.

Emilia let out a scoff and replied: The doctor said the infection was serious and could lead to

amputation. They've insisted I be admitted immediately. Since you're responsible for causing this,

shouldn't you come to take care of me?

Christina furrowed her brows in displeasure as she texted: Out of a sense of duty, I'll cover all your

medical expenses, but I'm under no obligation to tend to you personally. I could arrange for a nurse

instead.

Emilia glared at her phone as if intending to bore a hole through it with her gaze alone.

Christina remained utterly unresponsive to her bait!

Pulling at her hair in frustration, Emilia caught a familiar figure flashing by at the end of the hallway out

of the corner of her eye. She quickly rose to her feet and followed. Emilia then spotted Sharon queuing

at the payment counter.

An opportunity had presented itself right when Emilia needed it the most. She smirked triumphantly and

decided to seize the opportunity. With her mind made up, she took a photo of Sharon's back with her

phone and promptly forwarded it to Christina with a caption that read: You can be cruel to an outsider

like me, but can you truly disregard your foster mother who ratsed you? Christina, my health and spirit

are deteriorating. Under duress, I might act impulsively.

She doubted that Christina would still act indifferently after this.

As expected, Christina's reaction was intense as she replied: Emilia, if you hold any resentment, direct

it at me. Don't involve the innocent. I'll come over now. Do not act rashly.

Emilia stopped replying to Christina's messages. Concerned, the latter dialed Sharon's number several

times but to no avail. Christina hurriedly changed her clothes and dashed out the door, oblivious to the

butler calling out to her.

After Sharon collected her medicine from the pharmacy, she walked toward the hospital exit alone, with

Emilia tailing her from a distance.

To Sharon's utmost dismay, she encountered the last person she wanted to see at the hospital

entrance, Gideon.

Emilia quickly hid behind a pillar, watching as Sharon and Gideon bumped into each other. Their

mutual surprise suggested neither had anticipated meeting the other at the hospital.

“Why are you here at the hospital?” Gideon noticed the bag of medicine in Sharon's hand. “Are you ill?

Why didn’t Christina accompany you?”

Sharon stared blankly at the unfamiliar figure of Gideon, wondering why he had changed so drastically. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

The man looked a decade older than before, his features bearing traces of sickness. The confident and

arrogant gaze he once held was replaced with an air of timidity.

Memories flooded back, and a wave of resentment toward Gideon surged within Sharon. Of course,

she wouldn't do anything to the man who had once sought her death, but she desired no further

interaction with him.

She ignored Gideon as if he were a ghost and walked straight past him.

Gideon nervously rubbed the hem of his shirt before he mustered the courage to grasp Sharon's wrist.

As quickly as he had grabbed her, he released her and stammered, “I-I won't harm you. I b-bear no ill

will. I just wish to speak with you for a bit.”

Sharon reflexively stepped back, casting an inexplicable gaze at him. “Gideon, we're not even

strangers to each other now. I have a new life. Please respect that and stop disturbing me.”

Gideon paled, and he shifted uncomfortably. He was well aware that his sins were beyond forgiveness,

and the person to whom he had let down most was Sharon.

He desired to make amends, but he had already lost the right and the ability to do so.

“Emilia and Miranda won't trouble you and Christina anymore. They're penniless and without any

influence, and I won't let them have the chance to turn their lives around,” he assured Sharon.