Chapter 353

Prescott Ellington caught Emma Fletcher’s fist with barely a glance, then casually shoved her away. Under the sunlight, his sharp-featured face looked cold and composed. His dark eyes swept over her like she was an annoyance. Compared to Emma’s raging fury, he looked totally unfazed. He stood there like he owned the world—calm, confident, and somebody you just instinctively didn’t mess with. That cool disdain only made Emma angrier. Her chest felt like it might blow with how pissed she was. This jerk. Did he seriously think he could mess up Camila Harrington’s life and then just waltz back in like nothing happened? Camila had finally started to move on. She was climbing out of that pit the past had thrown her into. And he had the audacity to show up now? Did he forget how cruel he’d been back then? If it weren’t for him, Camila would've had a completely different life. She wouldn’t have gone through all that pain... Emma could never erase the image of Camila burning up with fever in Lu