Chapter 347

Emily couldn't even scream anymore—the pain had numbed her voice. She was crying, tears welling up in her eyes, her whole body trembling, looking utterly wrecked. Evelyn stared at her coldly, her face devoid of any emotion. Then, without hesitation, she pressed down harder with her heel. Emily curled in like a shrimp, trying to shield herself from the pain. "You really are something else, Emily," Evelyn's voice dripped with sarcasm, cold and sharp. "I was gonna let you be for a while, busy as I am with the engagement party, and you go ahead and throw yourself into the fire." "You seriously thought I wouldn't do anything to you? That I went soft?" Evelyn absolutely had no intention of letting Emily off the hook. Lately, she'd only had time to deal with Amelia, George, and Nathaniel. Her plan was to deal with Emily once the whole engagement party business was done—settle all those old and new scores once and for all. But who would've thought that this idiot would actually deliver herself