Emma sneezed the moment she got home.
Her mother, Amelia, was both angry and worried. "Emma, did that boy from the Taylor Family bully you again? Look at you, you're soaked! Why didn't he take care of you and at least send you home properly?"
In the past, whenever Amelia nagged like this, Emma would defend William in every way she could.
She'd find excuses, say good things about him, and try to make her family accept him.
Sometimes, she'd even argue with her family, and it happened so many times.
But now, Emma didn't bother anymore.
Not only was William not a good person, but the most important thing was the guilt weighing on her heart.
Even if she had to listen to her mother's nagging every single day, she felt happy.
At least it was better than facing that cold tombstone in her previous life.
Thinking about that, Emma's nose stung. She hugged Amelia's arm tightly, soaking in the warmth and tenderness of her mother's body.
After a while, she suddenly said, "Mom, I want… to break off the engagement."
"Break off the engagement?"
Amelia froze.
She had suggested this before, but Emma had always refused.
Her silly daughter had been far too obsessed with that boy from the Taylor Family, ignoring everyone's advice.
And now, she was the one who wanted to cancel it?
"Emma…" Amelia's heart ached even more. She thought her daughter must have been truly hurt. "Have you thought it through? You won't regret this later?"
"Absolutely not."
Emma smiled faintly. On her delicate, charming face was a completely different expression from before.
"There are plenty of good men in this world. What is William anyway?"
Those words revealed the pride hidden deep in her bones.
Amelia felt so relieved. She could tell her daughter had changed, as if she had suddenly grown up.
"Hurry up now, drink the ginger tea and take a bath. Don't let your cold get worse tomorrow."
Amelia reminded her over and over: "And you need to take medicine after the bath. Even if your foot is just sprained and not serious, you can't be careless."
"I know!"
Emma answered obediently and was helped upstairs by a servant.
When she passed by her younger brother Noah's room, she opened the door straight away and saw her eight-year-old brother playing games on his bed.
He quickly hid the console and snapped at her, "Why didn't you knock? So rude!"
Emma didn't reply. She just looked at her little brother.
Her eyes were soft, full of tenderness and love.
In her last life, her brother had been slowly poisoned and ended up mute and foolish forever!
But now, Noah was alive and full of energy.
He acted tough like an adult and always had a sharp tongue, but secretly, he looked out for her in his own ways.
How could she ever argue with her little brother again?
Noah shifted uncomfortably under her gaze and muttered, "Why are you acting weird today? Did someone bully you again?"
Ever since Emma came home today, she had been hugging and kissing both him and their mother, except for their father who wasn't back from work yet.
It was so strange.
"No, I just wanted to say that I love you, little brother."
Emma blinked her eyes playfully, then dodged as a pillow came flying her way. She burst into laughter and left the room happily.
Noah stared at the closed door, his unease fading away.
He picked up his notebook and typed furiously, muttering, "Damn William, how dare you bully my sister. I'll make sure you regret it!"
A few minutes later, William's computer was hacked.
Completely hacked.
After taking a relaxing bath, Emma lay in her room while a maid applied ointment to her wounds.
She smiled, took the ointment, and said, "I'll do it myself."
The maid left.
Emma got up and sat in front of the dressing table.
In the mirror, she saw herself at eighteen.
Fair-skinned and beautiful, with red lips and white teeth.
Her features were delicate and exquisite, her face still full of soft collagen that looked as if it could drip water.
She had inherited all the best traits of her parents and had always been the most stunning person in any crowd since childhood.
Unfortunately, in her previous life, she had been too lowly and wasted her beautiful face on an unworthy man.
Emma smirked and slowly smiled.
At that moment, a noisy commotion came from downstairs.
Finally, they've arrived.
Emma sneered and walked toward the stairs.
On the first floor of the villa, Isabella was sweetly clinging to Amelia, affectionately saying, "Auntie, look at this scarf I bought for you. It really matches your temperament. Do you like it, Auntie?"
If anyone else saw this scene, they would think it was harmonious.
So warm. So touching.
Emma stood on the staircase of the second floor, arms crossed and leaning against the railing, her eyes filled with coldness.
Isabella's family had moved from the countryside to the city a year ago.
In other words, it was because Emma's father was soft-hearted. He thought that since they were brothers, he should help and support them.
Under the constant flattery of the Harris Family, he took in their family of three.
They were given delicious food and drinks, pocket money, and even had Second Uncle parachuted into the Miller Family enterprise as a deputy supervisor.
Perhaps such a comfortable life only made them greedier.
This shameless family turned everything around, treating the Miller Family's possessions as if they were their own, and even dared to have intentions of killing to seize it all.
The most ridiculous thing was that her so-called Second Uncle Thomas was just a cousin's second uncle.
It seemed people were never satisfied.
Still, this family was clever.
They always managed to please the Miller couple, just like Isabella who was now trying so hard to fawn over her mom.
Emma slowly walked downstairs.
As soon as her footsteps sounded, Amelia and Isabella both looked up.
Emma descended step by step, wearing a high-end designer dress.
Her figure was graceful, her face stunning without makeup.
Her entire aura had changed from her former arrogance into a lazy, noble elegance.
Seeing their expressions, Emma smiled.
That smile was dangerous and breathtaking, like a mandala flower with poison and thorns.
At the same time, it was like a pear blossom blooming after the rain, fresh and refined.
The blend of those two deadly charms was absolutely enchanting.
If the old Emma had only been a pretty vase, then the current Emma was not only stunning in appearance but also carried an extraordinary temperament that made people's hearts race.
Isabella froze for a moment.
For some reason, she felt that the Emma standing before her now was a huge threat.
Especially when she met Emma's clear almond-shaped eyes, black and white like glass, she felt a chill pierce straight into her bones.