Winning Her Heart Back

 Favoritism

With Charles in prison and Beathan trapped in Capebatt City, Bryan could clearly see that these were all Emelie's doing.

He also knew that she was taking revenge on the Middleton, Davis, Swanson, and Collins families. Moreover, he was well aware that it was only a matter of time before he became one of her targets.

And this wasn't going to change just because his brother was Samuel.

Therefore, he wouldn't sit back and wait. He needed to take precautions, at the very least. That was why he was keeping such a close eye on William and Emelie.

However, Beathan found Bryan's words hard to believe. "How could there still be anything between them?"

That arrow William shot on the open field had shattered not only Emelie's last hope for him but also the belief among all the onlookers that William still had any feelings for her.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

He didn't think they could ever reconcile.

How could they possibly get back together? After all, there was a deep-seated blood feud between their two families that spanned generations.

Yet, Bryan, who was always a keen judge of character, stuck to his opinion.

Beathan leaned back on the sofa and asked, "So, what do you intend to do?"

"An eye for an eye leaves everyone blind. Perhaps we can use William to turn Emelie from an enemy into a friend."

Bryan never believed in resorting to violence. He preferred to resolve matters in a civilized way. He genuinely wanted to make peace with Emelie.

Beathan found it absurd. "Impossible. We couldn't do it back then, so how could we do it now? Especially with Wesley by her side. Why would she reconcile with William?"

Bryan replied, "Back then, she was forced to stay with William and resisted him from the bottom of her heart. However, I know something that might change her view of William, and that could give us a chance."

Beathan lowered his head. A dark glint passed through his eyes behind his glasses.

The reason Emelie was so hard to kill was mainly because Wesley's people surrounded her. She had Wesley's network and connections.

However, if Emelie and Wesley were to split up, she would be much easier to deal with alone.

Beathan looked at Bryan, who was thinking about making peace. Meanwhile, he was still thinking about eliminating her, wiping out any potential threats. He raised a poisonous smile, like a viper flicking its tongue. "Then, go ahead and match them up."

After the gathering at the restaurant, Emelie and Wesley left. Meanwhile, Lyle decided to follow William to Cloudex Corporation after some thought.

William refused to go to the hospital. Fortunately, after taking some medication, his coughing had eased a bit. Still, his complexion didn't look good.

Lyle knew that it was not the small tumor in his lung that made him uncomfortable but Emelie's obvious favoritism and concern for Wesley.

Wesley had only been hit by a fencing sword and choked on some pepper, yet she was utterly alarmed. William, on the other hand, had been coughing so hard that he seemed to be almost coughing up blood, yet she didn't even bat an eye.

Who could feel good about such a stark contrast?

Lyle rubbed his nose and said, "Will, don't be too jealous. It's understandable that she's that worried about Wesley."

William sat in his office chair with an indifferent look.

Lyle perched on the edge of William's desk and said, "Last year's car accident was indeed serious for Wesley. The driver died on the spot. Although Wesley survived, he suffered multiple fractures and internal bleeding. He spent a long time in the ICU.

"Even though he pulled through, the doctors repeatedly warned him to take care of himself. It's no exaggeration to say that even a viral cold could be fatal for him. That's why Emelie is so anxious about him."

William simply lowered his head. His dark eyelashes contrasted sharply with his pale lips. He didn't say a word.

Lyle had nothing else to add. He figured William was still angry about him betraying him back then. After all, William hadn't really spoken to him since earlier.

Not wanting to make things awkward, Lyle got off the desk and prepared to leave.

But then, William suddenly said, "I understand now."

Lyle turned back. "What?"

William gave a self-deprecating smile. "I understand how Daphne must have felt when I favored someone else over her."

It felt as though a knife was cutting through his heart.

It was no wonder that she was so persistent when she had resigned and never looked back. What was that saying again? The bullet fired years ago had finally found its mark.