Chapter 9

Hadn't Emma always harbored feelings for him?

Before I could grasp the situation, medical personnel had already positioned me on a gurney next to Emma.

She was drenched in blood.

Her complexion was ghostly white.

She grasped my hand, murmuring something over and over.

I moved closer to hear her faintly say, "I apologize."

Her crimson blood contrasted sharply against her skin.

I was bewildered. Hadn't she gone back to her homeland?

Why was she present here?

What prompted her return?

But my queries were soon addressed.

Zoe suddenly appeared before me, her eyes puffy. She reassured me, "Noah, everything will turn out fine."

I sat mutely on the seat, experiencing an inexplicable ache.

Yet I still voiced my uncertainty, "Are you aware of her identity?"

Zoe confirmed with a nod.

She then took a seat across from me and extended her open palm.

It held two rings. One was the one I'd sold at the hotel due to financial constraints, and the other belonged to her.