A Crazy Night Novel

Emilia’s words were like a sharp dagger, stabbing directly at Miranda’s heart.

Mortified beyond belief, Miranda couldn’t control herself and slapped Emilia right across her cheek.

The moment her hand fell, Miranda regretted it.

Emilia looked at her mother, her eyes widening in disbelief. “How dare you hit me? What right do you have to hit me?”

Stricken, Miranda pleaded, “I’m sorry, Emilia. I didn’t mean to. I was just too angry, and I couldn’t control myself. Please, forgive me just this once.”

She reached out her hand, hoping to examine Emilia’s cheek, but the latter pushed her away. in disgust.

“Get away from me!” Emilia’s words cut deeper than her actions. “If you had listened to me back then and allowed me to replace Christina and marry Nathaniel, you wouldn’t have been abandoned by the old rascal Gideon and forced to work as a janitor just to get by.”

Staring at Emilia, Miranda gritted her teeth. “Emilia, he’s your father.”

“He doesn’t deserve to be my father. He ruined us. When will you wake up?” Emilia retorted, her grip tightening on Miranda’s shoulder as she spat in a vehement tone, “Look at Sharon, then look at yourself. Are you content with being suppressed by that wretched Christina all your life? Today, she attended a grand banquet, looking all glorious. She caused me harm, and

yet she made me lose my job and even ruined my reputation. I can never work as a model again!”

Overcome with emotion, Emilia burst into tears. “I want Christina dead. I want her dead!”

Her roar echoed through the house, causing Miranda to clamp a hand over Emilia’s mouth in fear. “Calm down, Emilia. The walls here are thin. You need to be quiet.”

Pushing her away, Emilia broke into deranged laughter. “My future is ruined. What else do I have to lose? Even if I was in front of Christina herself, I’d say the same.”

you back to your room to rest. You’ll think clearer after a good night’s

picking up her purse

daughter had changed so drastically in such a short span of

afternoon when Emilia had left

dragged on, and by morning. Emilia’s elbow wound had

evening and bathed, exposing her wound to hot water for over half an hour. By then,

to bear it any longer, Emilia hurriedly got ready and

left for work early, so Emilia had

and edited it before sending it to Christina with a message that read: You injured me yesterday, and the wound has become serious. You need

on her phone, Christina fumbled about to bring the device into her sight. A jarring image of a mangled and bloody wound met her bleary. gaze, snapping her awake

a knot of unease welling up in her stomach, Christina replied: What’s

doctor said the infection was serious and could lead to amputation. They’ve insisted I be admitted immediately. Since you’re responsible for causing this,

displeasure as she texted: Out of a sense of duty, I’ll cover all your medical expenses, but I’m under no obligation to tend to you personally. I could arrange

at her phone as if intending to bore a hole

utterly unresponsive to

of the corner of her eye. She quickly rose to her

right when Emilia needed it the most. She smirked triumphantly and decided to seize the opportunity. With her mind made up, she took a photo of Sharon’s back with her phone and promptly forwarded it to Christina with a caption

Christina would still act indifferently

intense as the replied Emilia, if you hold any resentment, direct it at me. Don’t resolve the innocent. I’ll come over new. Do not

replying to Christina’s messages Concerned, the latter dialed Sharon’s number several times but to no avail

dashed out the door,

Sharon collected her medicine from the pharmacy, she walked toward the hongeal exa alone with Kilis tailing her from a distance