268 Mother's Blood

When the truth unfolded before her, Emily could barely hear what Emma was saying anymore. She only saw Emma's mouth moving, her expression a mix of guilt and more prominently, resentment.

Who was she resenting?

It was Emily's mother who died. What right did Emma have to be resentful?

"Emily!"

"Emily!"

Who was calling her?

Emily frowned, feeling a sharp pain in her hand. Her hand was bleeding.

Olivia was petrified by Emily's sudden action, standing there frozen. Jackson, though slightly more composed, also looked distressed.

Emily’s hand still clutched two broken pieces of wood, with splinters scattered on the ground. The wood was stained with dark red spots. Whether it was paint or blood was unclear.

"Emily, I know you're in a lot of pain right now, but try to calm down..." Jackson held her hand, which was as cold as ice. He squeezed it, hoping his warmth could reach her, but Emily seemed soulless, hearing nothing, reacting to nothing.