This is...
Emma Aiden stared blankly at the bloodstain in front of her, unable to comprehend for a long time.
She lifted her head and looked at Harrison Yale.
Then, worried it was her imagination, she lowered her gaze again to the bloodstain on the quilt.
Harrison Yale looked at her with a dumbfounded expression, reached out to wrap her in his arms, holding her along with the quilt, and breathed enchantingly, "Emma Aiden, you're mine, only mine."
"Only mine..." Emma Aiden instinctively repeated his words, as if she couldn't understand what these words meant.
"Yes, mine alone, Emma, a year ago, you were perfectly fine." Harrison Yale looked down into her innocent eyes and spoke directly.
"Perfectly fine." Emma Aiden echoed.
Memory seemed to rewind to a year ago, to that terrifying night.
She remembered very clearly that after sending Harrison Yale to the airport, she went to the Yale Family Estate.
She stayed in his room for a long time before leaving.
