Chapter 769 I'll Drink This Glass

All eyes turned to Emelie in an instant. She lifted a smile devoid of warmth. "An accident," she said lightly. However, her expression was far from relaxed. It was like the frozen shores of a lake in winter, where the ice wouldn't melt even under the sun. She fixed her gaze on Daphne, who was sprawled on the floor, and a hint of dark red seemed to glimmer in her eyes. Daphne instinctively sensed danger. She sobbed and crawled backward on the floor. William quickly moved to grasp Emelie's hand. Emelie's gaze immediately shifted to his face. He was frowning as he looked at her hand. Her palm had been cut by the shattered glass, with a few drops of blood splattering onto the tiled floor like tiny red fireworks. But upon closer inspection, it wasn't as bad as it looked. There were only two minor cuts, and since she usually wore gloves, the wounds weren't deep. Bryan turned and ordered a maid, "Bring the first aid kit." Emelie tried to pull her hand back forcefully, but William