Winning Her Heart Back

What Is He Even Worth? 

After he was done wiping her down, Wesley switched on a lamp. Then, he casually picked up a book and began to read her a story 

The doctor had mentioned that talking to Emelie could stimulate her to wake up. During this time, Wesley had spoken to her a lot, but he had run out of new topics. He could only 

her stories now. 

Marcel came to deliver dinner for Wesley. After glancing at the person on the bed, he hesitantly asked, “Mr. Graham, will Ms. Hoven ever wake up?” 

Wesley paused for a moment, then calmly replied, “She will” 

But it had already been half a month. Marcel pressed his lips together. “I still remember when Ms. Hoven caught me talding photos of her in Wimstour City. She was doing well then.” 

Wesley was momentarily lost in thought, then softly humed a page of the book. “She will be fine again” 

Marcel lowered his head and felt deeply ashamed. “When Ms. Hoven wakes up, I will explain and apologize to her for failing to save Mrs. Haven as she entrusted me.” 

Wesley waved his hand to dismiss Marcel, who then left. Wesley then tocked Emelie’s hair behind her ear and touched her cheek. 

He softly said, “Eme, hurry up and wake up. If you’re not waking up because of him, he’s not worth it. What is he even worth? 

“If you can’t accept your foster mother’s death, that’s okay. I will avenge you. I’ll give you everything that I can.“. 

Emelie’s hand moved slightly under the blanket. Wesley didn’t notice and continued reading to her. 

Day after day passed. Their destination was tar, and with the yacht’s slow speed, they had been saling for 20 days already. 

Emelle still slept quietly, like Princess Aurora from the story that Wesley had read to her the night before. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The sun was out this day, and it made the sea sparlde 

Wesley had Jodie check Emelle’s chest wound. Once it was confirmed that the wound had mostly healed and she could be moved, he carried her in his arms and placed her in a wheelchair, then pushed her out of the room to bask in the sun on the deck. 

He secured Emelie’s wheelchair and sat in another chair beside her. Between them was a small round white table with some books on it, along with some h hot tea and snacks, Seagulls circled in the sky, and occasionally, whales leaped out of the water Wesley would be reading “The Gift of the Phoenix to Emelle today. 

As he read, a seagull was attracted by the snacks on their table and flew over. It attempted to land on Emelie’s lap. Wesley noticed it out of the comer of his eye and reached out to block it. 

The seagull’s sharp claws scratched him and left three marks on the back at his hand as it snatched a snack. However, Wesley ignored the wound and continued reading. Jodie approached and said, “Mr. Graham.” 

She handed him a tablet. On the screen was a live broadcast from Capebatt Cry’s financialchannel. The reporter was reporting on–site. 

“Today, Cloudex Corporation, Swanson Corporation, and the Davis Group jointly inaugurated and celebrated the establishment of Xanther Group 

“Cloudex Corporation’s CEO William Middleton, Swanson Corporation’s CEO Bryan Swanson, Davis Group’s CEO Charles Davis, and legal representative Beathan Collins cut the ribbon and discussed the future of Xanther Group. It is reported that Xanther Group will continue to focus on industry.” 

Wesley’s usually calm eyes showed a hint of mockery. “Xanther Group? How dare they give their company this name? 

Why did they name the company so similarly to Xander Group? Was it a provocation? 

No, they knew that the Pierce family was all dead, so there was no need for them to provoke the dead. 

This was probably a display of arrogance. They were showing off that no one could threaten them anymore. Even if they named the company Xanther Group, who could do anything about it? 

How arrogant. 

Jodie said, “They must have been preparing this for a long time.” 

After all, establishing a company wasn’t an overnight task. Many preparations were needed in advance. They must have been arranging this at least three months ago, back when Emelle didn’t know her own identity and William was still pursuing her. 

This was another piece of evidence proving that William had indeed been plotting against Emelie for a long time. 

Wesley said calmly, “They are like locusts tied on the same rope, but locusts will also cannibalize each other. The tighter they are bound, the more they trust each other.” 

As they spoke, Emelie, who was in the wheelchair, moved her fingers slightly