Chapter 437 - It's Her

Although Kamron particularly wanted to leave without informing anyone else, he was no match for Harold. Furthermore, he was actually quite satisfied that Emily didn't act violently against him. During the meal, he thought sadly that this was the most harmonious time he had ever been with the retard.

It would be better if his feet weren't tied.

Emily fiddled with Kamron's cell phone, which had only been turned on five minutes earlier. Her eyes were erratic but focused, fixed on the phone and on Kamron's face.

Suddenly, the phone began to ring.

It was from Kamron's father.

Just as Kamron was about to speak, his mouth got gagged with a towel. The rice he didn't swallow nearly choked him to death. He rolled his eyes and came to his senses. He watched as Emily unhooked his cell phone, switched it on, turned on the speaker, and dropped it on the table.

Jackson's voice came from the phone, "Where are you?"

Kamron purred. He didn't want his father to confront Emily, because, between them, there was the Scavo family. What's more, there was another tribe behind them.

The sound he had just made was unconscious, and he regretted it afterward. But the sound had already aroused Jackson's suspicions.

Jackson's tone changed slightly, "Who is that?"

Emily took out a dagger and gently stroked Kamron's face. Then, he slashed Kamron's wrist and ripped the towel from Kamron's mouth, as Kamron stared at him, looking scared.

"Ah--it hurts!" When Kamron finished shouting, he realized that someone had taken his towel from his mouth. He spoke quickly into the other end of the end, "Dad, I'm at the Britt's... She cut my wrist, ah! Help me stop the bleeding! Am I going to die like this...?"

Emily took the phone and said to the other end, "Mr. Heyton, it's up to you whether he dies or not."

"What do you want?" Jackson remained calm.

Emily still said gently, "You know what I want."

Jackson seemed to be smiling on the other end of the phone, and it was hard to tell what he was feeling. "Emily, I've cleared the way for you. Why are you doing this now?"

"Cleared the way for me?" Emily thought the father's and the son's words funny. "You went to great lengths to destroy the Britt family just to clear the way for me?"

Kamron was so shocked by her words that he forgot to cry out in pain.

He thought to himself, "My father took pains to bring down the Britt family. But is it really the case?"

"Since last year, you've set one trap after another to lure Elsie and Beverly. You even hired professional scammers to ensnare Beverly step by step and leave her with nothing. Then, you took advantage of Elsie's feelings for Beverly and sent her to my father with the contract of purchase." Emily's emotionless voice echoed in the air, and for no reason made Kamron tremble.

"Is everything going as you expected at the moment?" She asked.

After a moment of silence, Jackson said, "Emily, let Kamron go. You can't afford it if something goes wrong."

Emily snorted, "Why should I? What should a fool like me afford?"

The cut on his wrist kept bleeding. He covered his wrist with one hand and reached for a towel to cover it with the other. It hurt so much. For the first time, he thought people who killed themselves were crazy. The pain of a cut wrist is not much worse than the pain of a kick in your manhood.

He covered his wound and howled, "Dad! She just wants to know why you're against the Britt family! Just answer her! She just wants an answer!"

At this time, Kamron finally understood what Emily had said to him downstairs. It turned out that Emily had planned all this for a long time, just like shooting fish in a barrel. And he made the fool of himself to come to Emily.

Emily said simply, "Mr. Heyton, I advise you to bring me what I want before I lose patience. Otherwise, your only son will never see the sun tomorrow."

"You're not going to kill him," Jackson said.

With a straight face, Emily thrust the dagger into Kamron's stomach. Then Kamron covered the wound and looked at Emily with surprised, frightened eyes, hissing in pain, "No…"

Then she turned to the other end of the line and said, "Do you want me to continue?"

Jackson fell silent.

Emily had already hung up the phone.

"What did I do wrong?! Why are you doing this to me?" Kamron wailed in pain, cold sweat streaking across his forehead. The blood on his wrist couldn't be held back, and the blood on his abdomen also gurgled out.

Harold, standing beside him, was as unmoved as Emily as if they were waiting for him to bleed and die quietly.

Shocked by his own thought, Kamron panicked and struggled, "I don't want to die!" Let me go! Let me go!"

His feet were tied to the chair, and as he struggled, he fell forward. Harold pulled him because the knife was still in his stomach. If he fell to the ground, the knife would have pierced Kamron's back.

"Let me tell you, I respected you because of Mr. Vincent. What's more, I didn't make a fuss about the fights with you. But now-Emily, this is the first time I regret it so much. I wish I could kill you now!" Kamron straightened up his neck in pain, with veins on his neck throbbed. His face went black and blue with pain.

Emily glanced at him emotionlessly. Her eyes were as indifferent as if they were moving across a row of cold furniture. There was no warmth in them.

She did not respond to Kamron's angry rebuke. She was just thinking about something now and then.

She was thinking that she was still the same as before, failing to protect her father and Eliot.

Next up were Vincent and herself.

She compromised, but she wanted to know the answer before she died.

So, why?

Emily did not wait for the answer she wanted. When police arrived, Kamron was taken to the hospital and she was taken to the police station in City Y.

Fern was surprised when he heard this. By the time he was ready to use his connections to get her out, Harold had submitted the brain damage report to the police.

As a result, Emily was released on bail the next day. She made the riskiest move of all, but she got nothing. There were only signs of Kamron's struggle and a bloodied carpet in the room.

The butler and Susan were set free in the early morning. After a whole day's work yesterday, the two middle-aged and old people were already exhausted. What's more, they, as the butler and nanny, were taken to the police station for questioning after that night when Emily kidnapped the young master of the Heytons. Because the police asked them a lot of questions, they said they didn't know, which upset the police. The police decided to question them the next day. But the next day, not only did Harold bring in a report, but the Scavo's car was already parked outside the police station.

It was like they were announcing to the world that they were coming to take Emily home.

The Albertons in Q City used to take prisoners from the police station without saying a word. So, with this precedent, and seeing this, everyone at the police station rushed to close the case and let Emily go.

Emily didn't say anything in the car, and neither did Vincent. He just took a blanket and put it around her shoulders. As they neared the Britt's, he picked up the iPad and handed it to Emily.

On the iPad was a picture of a woman. She was about forty years old. In the picture, her face was turned sideways, but it could vaguely tell that she was a very beautiful woman when she was young. She was helped into the hospital, and her eyes were gentle, like those of someone Emily occasionally saw in her midnight dreams.

"Do you know who this woman is?" Vincent's voice rang out.

He did not ask why she had suddenly tied Kamron up, nor why she had cut his wrist and stabbed him. Instead, he took a photo and asked Emily if she knew the person in the photo.

Emily had a guess, but she could not believe it. She stared at the photo in a state of panic and asked blankly, "Is that my mother?"

She had almost forgotten what her real mother looked like. How sad!

Vincent did not answer, but said, "Maybe it didn't turn out the way you wanted. Don't be afraid. I'll be with you."

Emily suddenly felt very sad.. She grabbed Vincent by the sleeve, tears streaming down her cheeks and her lips quivering slightly. Then she asked, "Did she do this?"