Chapter 544 Mr. Middleton Did It Himself

Greta collapsed onto the grass. Emelie stumbled and fell as well, rolling several yards down a small slope. A gust of wild wind tore through the plain. Emelie felt as if the arrow had pierced her heart, leaving a wide gaping hole in her chest for the wind to pass through, chilling her to the bone. In contrast to the bloody scene before her, her face was pale as paper. Her mind began buzzing with the thought of her mother, and the intense pain made every nerve in her body scream. She had to muster all her strength to crawl half a yard to her mother’s side and grab her sleeve. "Mom…" she said. Memories flashed before her eyes like a movie. She saw a quiet afternoon when she and her mother sorted threads while chatting. She recalled a business trip when her bedridden mother was still thinking about knitting scarves and gloves to keep her warm. There was a time when her mother made her favorite jelly and saved honey just for her. One night, they talked about how she hoped Emelie w