After hanging up the phone decisively, Emma felt relieved. On the other end of the line, William was stunned.
In the past, even if he spoke harshly, Emma would still try to please him. But this time, she had not only cursed at him but also hung up on him.
After a moment of shock, William sneered, "Ha, playing hard to get, are we?"
Emma, however felt satisfied. This was just the beginning. She was determined to break off this ridiculous engagement between them.
After ending the call with the jerk, she called her home and heard her mother's familiar and worried voice. She almost cried.
In her past life, her villa had caught fire while she was in prison. When she was finally released, she faced only a desolate tombstone. Everyone said her mother had committed suicide by setting the fire, and she had naively believed it. But she never realized that her mother had been murdered by Second Uncle's family.
Emma held back her tears and said, "Mom, I'm fine. I just miss you and want to come home."
Her mother, thinking her beloved daughter had been bullied, immediately replied, "Okay, okay, I'll come pick you up. Where are you? I'll be there soon."
Emma gave her the address.
Her phone, which had been submerged in water earlier, was completely destroyed when she hung up the call.
In order to find something good for her family, Emma stood up and limped forward.
But just a few steps out, she heard a muffled groan coming from the small grove beside her. Faintly, there was also a strong smell of blood.
In her previous life, she had suffered too much, especially during the years of being bullied in prison. She had transformed from a helpless young lady to a violent thug who could knock people down with a single blow.
She was restless day and night, and even her physical and auditory senses had become unusually sharp.
Hearing this commotion now, Emma hesitated.
She was not the kind of person who liked to meddle in other people's affairs.
But in the midst of her hesitation, a memory suddenly came to mind.
It was something she had accidentally seen on the news in her previous life. On this day, Johnson Family's Sixth Master Elijah had been assassinated and had escaped but lost consciousness due to excessive bleeding.
He was later rescued, but the follow-up news was also blocked by the Johnson Family.
If she remembered correctly, this was the location?
Could it be that the person in the grove was really Elijah himself?
Speaking of the Johnson Family, everyone in the city knew about them. A century-old prestigious family with deep roots and strong influence, everyone was in awe of them.
And Elijah was the backbone of the Johnson Family. He was also the youngest son of the Johnson Family's patriarch, a natural talent with a strong wrist, single-handedly supporting the entire Johnson Family, and a big shot who dominated the business world!
Emma thought for a moment, then without hesitation, limped towards the forest.
She had her own plan.
If she could really impress the Sixth Master of the Johnson Family, then in the future if she needed their help, she could ask for it more easily.
After walking for a while, Emma didn't find anyone, but she did see a large patch of fresh blood under a big tree.
Clearly, the person was seriously injured.
Emma squatted down and touched the blood. It was still wet, which meant the person couldn't have gone far.
Just as she was about to stand up and continue searching, she suddenly felt a gust of wind behind her.
Emma's alarm bells went off, and she was about to dodge, but in a split second, she changed her mind and immediately raised her hands in surrender, shouting, "Stop! I'm not a bad person!"
The attack didn't come.
Emma breathed a sigh of relief and slowly turned around.
As she looked up, she saw a handsome and otherworldly face.
It was a perfect face, with sharp features and absolute beauty. Despite being seriously injured, the man's noble and imposing aura was still overwhelming, like a lone wolf that was brave and skilled in battle.
Was this the Sixth Master of the Johnson Family?
"You're so young," Elijah said, his gaze piercing and scrutinizing as he looked at Emma. His deep black eyes seemed to be probing her.
"Who are you?" he asked, his presence oppressive and domineering.
Emma blinked innocently, her bright eyes reminiscent of Sofia's. "I heard some noise and came to see what was going on. Are you okay? My family will be here to pick me up soon. Can I give you a ride to the hospital?"
Emma tried to convey her good intentions, hoping to make a good impression on the man and maybe even get his protection in the future.
But Elijah remained aloof, his lips barely moving as he uttered a single word: "Leave."
Emma choked back a retort and turned to leave. But just as she took a few steps away, she heard a loud thud behind her. She turned around to see Elijah lying unconscious on the ground, bleeding from a wound in his abdomen.
Emma rolled her eyes and muttered to herself as she approached him to check his injuries. There was no one around in the small grove, so she tore off her undershirt and used it to stop the bleeding.
To get back at him, she even tied a pretty bow at the end of the makeshift bandage.
"Well, not bad, not bad," Emma said, satisfied as she clapped her hands and left the small grove.
Not long after she left, the Johnson Family's grand motorcade came rushing in, with dozens of black-clad bodyguards entering the grove and searching for Elijah's whereabouts.
A few minutes later, Elijah was taken onto the car.
As the car sped away, he opened his eyes and woke up once.
But as he lowered his head, he saw a bright butterfly knot on his waist and abdomen.
Elijah's eyes twitched fiercely.
Who did this?
In his mind, he couldn't help but picture the delicate and beautiful face of the little girl in the grove.
And those cunning and lively eyes.
To make matters worse, the man who was treating his wound, after untying the butterfly knot, even exclaimed, "Huh, isn't this a little camisole that a girl would wear?"
After speaking, Oliver looked at Elijah with a teasing and ambiguous expression.
Who didn't know that the Sixth Master of the Johnson Family was not interested in women?
How many women wanted to throw themselves at him, but at most, they would get a "get lost."
But this time, he was injured and taken advantage of by a girl?
Sensing Oliver's increasingly teasing and probing gaze, Elijah closed his eyes and said, "If you don't treat my wound, you might as well let me die."
"With me here, this is an impossible thing to happen," said Oliver. It wasn't an overconfidence, but rather his true ability.
Oliver was Elijah's most trusted friend and the youngest head of the Patterson Family, a family of generations of doctors.
Despite his young age, he was unparalleled in medical skills. A few years ago, he had saved Elijah's life with his holy hands when he was on the brink of death, so this minor injury was naturally nothing to worry about.
Elijah closed his eyes, but the delicate and pretty face unexpectedly appeared in his mind.
He snorted softly, "Mischievous girl."