She stared at the photo in front of her, gripping the photo frame tightly, her fingertips turning pale.
Her eyes quickly became moist, and then, slowly bowing her head, she kissed the photo and muttered to herself.
"If it weren't for that incident, how nice it would be..."
Emma Aiden had just begun to speak when she heard what sounded like footsteps outside the door, her body stiffening.
She had inquired in advance, and at this time, the engagement ceremony should be taking place, and the members of the Yale Family should all be on the grassland watching.
How could anyone be entering the villa?
Was it her imagination?
Emma hesitated for a moment, just about to walk to the door to take a look, when she heard the footsteps outside, seemingly approaching this room.
Her nerves tightened, and the next second, as if recognizing whose footsteps they were, her facial expression changed dramatically.
Quickly placing the photo frame down, she turned and ran towards the balcony.
