Emma’s pov
I sat on the villa's sofa as the family healer carefully treated the bruises on my body.
When the alcohol swab wiped over the wound, I gasped in pain, but my mind was filled with Emma Wilson's cold gaze in the warehouse today.
Something was wrong.
It was clearly the same face, but that look, that fierce intensity, was completely different from the docile "Lily Wilson" of the past.
"Hiss ——" I suddenly gripped the sofa armrest tightly.
The healer quickly apologized: "Emma, bear with it, it'll be over soon."
I waved my hand impatiently, gesturing for him to hurry.
After the healer left, I stood up, deciding to pour a glass of water to calm down.
I had just reached the corridor when I heard two maids whispering around the corner, an envelope in their hands.
"...Madam told
