When Jean came, he slowly curled his lips. "Alright, remember what you said now."
The man still showed no sign of anger, only a hint of cynicism.
But Emma looked into his deep eyes and couldn't help but cower in fear.
Emma gritted her teeth and breathed a sigh of relief, not opening her eyes and not wanting to see him again.
In an instant, Samuel arrived at the inn. He met Glen at the door. After asking, he went straight to the suite room.
Glen was with Jean at the time of the incident.
But because of the identity he carried, he would stay out the door.
No matter what they would do to Emma today, he wasn't qualified to say otherwise.
Since Clifford's life was at stake, he couldn't imagine how angry Jean would be!
The Hartanto family's guard outside then opened the door for Samuel.
He walked slowly and looked straight ahead, seeing Emma still lying on the floor.
Emma woke up upon hearing the voice, and looked into the man's eyes, blinking with a guilty conscience.
She regretted shouting in front of Samuel in the hotel lobby earlier, and now…only Samuel could save her.
Thinking of this, Emma worked hard to shed a few tears, looked at him and muttered under her breath, "Samuel, you're finally here!"
At this moment, Samuel looked at her blankly and snorted indifferently. He then walked over to Paul. "Uncle."
"Well, since we're all here, let's use this limited time and talk about what we're going to do with this woman!"
Paul didn't beat around the bush and straightforwardly talked about the matter before them.
Samuel looked down and nodded in a very righteous manner. "No matter what the decision will be taken… I won't mind. It's all in your hands."
"Are you sure?" Paul asked with a smile, his eyes turned grim. "In this matter, you should also give advice, it doesn't make sense for me to make a one-sided decision here! This woman has a close relationship with you. Now that she is trying to harm us, will her death still not make you sober?"
Samuel immediately broke out in cold sweat.
Even Chris couldn't help but get up from the chair and bluntly said, "Are you still reluctant?"
"How could I!" Samuel looked back at Chris with open eyes. "If killing isn't against the law, I can't wait to kill her!"
Hearing this, Chris smacked the tip of his tongue. "It is true that killing is against the law, but no one wants to kill her. Over the years, we rarely see 'interesting' things like this happen in our families. Have you forgotten that sometimes 'life' is worse than death?"
Chris folded his slender legs, the tip of his shoes lifted toward Emma. "Jean, what do you suggest?"
Jean glanced at Samuel with an indifferent expression, and said in a deep voice, "What Clifford suffered… let her feel the same."
Chris pursed his lips and nodded pretentiously. "That's a great idea!"
"No….Don't…!" Emma was finally scared!
She really didn't expect that in this small room, a group of men would sit and discuss how to harm her.
Are they still human?!
Emma struggled because of fear in her heart. She tried to stand up while supporting the ground with her hands and looked at Samuel with difficulty.
"Samuel, you can't do this to me, they can't do it! I'm Merry's biological mother and also the woman you love. Are you willing to see me tortured by them?"
At this time, Emma was still trying to save herself.
Samuel looked at this disgraceful and disgusting woman. He crouched down and squinted his eyes curiously. "After all that has happened, do you think I still care about you? Don't you want to kill me and Merry? When you dare to harm people, don't you think about the consequences for yourself?"
Emma stared at him in shock, her eyes locked tightly.
Her consciousness was almost gone, but she kept trying to see the reluctance in Samuel's expression.
Even if there was only a trace, perhaps she still had a chance to get out of this situation.
It was a pity that Samuel, who had long recognized reality, had nothing but hatred.
Emma blinked in disappointment and shook her head violently. "No, it's not like that! Samuel, have you forgotten our past? What I said earlier wasn't true, you can't…"
"Shut your mouth!"
Samuel suddenly got angry, immediately choking Emma on the chin. "Do you think you still have the face to say that? When you tried to kill me, you thought what we used to have in the past could save you?"
"Emma, ??we haven't seen each other for over 20 years, and you came back only to snatch my daughter's kidney. Do you still have a conscience? That's your daughter too, your blood! What do you think she is? A daughter who only lives to give your child her kidney? Merry is only 23 years old and her biological mother has tried to kill her twice. Have you ever thought about how she would have been as a child?"
Samuel roared as he tightened his palms, looking furious. His whole body was full of hostility.
Emma was frightened by him, and a sense of despair enveloped her.
Maybe there was no way out for her!
Emma struggled to break free from Samuel's restraints, but because of the wound on her leg, she couldn't help but scream.
She slowed down for a long time before calming her breath. "So you don't want to save me?"
"To save you? Do you deserve to be saved?"
Emma closed her eyes in disappointment after hearing this.
She suddenly sighed, and quickly took off her skit mask. She looked at Samuel again, and sneered, "Tell me, can a useless thing like conscience save my son's life?
"If I can't, why should I have it? Then what if Merry is my daughter? She was just a piece of meat that happened to grow in my stomach when I was young. You think I care about her? What can she give me? She is useless other than her kidney."
"As you say, I've been missing for over 20 years. At that time, I no longer need you, so why do I need Merry? Samuel, you really are naive. I didn't think that for more than 20 years… you still had that feeling for me. It seems our past brings back many sweet memories for you. And just in case I need it… isn't it natural to take advantage of that?"
These words are the most heart-wrenching.
A woman who had been in his heart for more than 20 years wasn't like what he imagined.
The strength in Samuel's hands gradually loosened.
He hated Emma, ??but he hated himself even more.
His first love made him unable to distinguish right from wrong, even the most basic instinct to recognize people was lost.
Samuel slowly closed his eyes, sighed, and let go of Emma. His trembling facial muscles were slightly ferocious. "Emma, ??I hope you rot in hell!"
"No, Samuel! Don't do that!"
Emma's attitude made them sick.
Chris looked at Emma, ??and burst out laughing.. "How could your dirty blood deserve to get our hands dirty? Death is the easiest way for someone like you. Did you think we would just let you off the hook?"
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