Mia immediately frowned in dissatisfaction. Throwing the clothes she gifted on the floor was like a slap to her face. That little brat... Just as she was about to lash out, the old lady's surprised voice rang out.
"Emma, your hand..."
Mia looked up suspiciously, only to see blood droplets forming on the back of Emma's hand. Emma's skin was as white as snow, so the sudden appearance of bright red blood was particularly shocking.
"What... what's going on?" Mia was completely baffled, a sense of foreboding spreading through her.
Before she could figure out what was happening, the old lady spoke with a stern face, "Bring the coat over."
"Yes, ma'am." The servant beside the old lady immediately stepped forward, picking up the fox fur coat from the floor and presenting it to the old lady. The old lady carefully felt along the sleeves and surprisingly found two long needles hidden within the snow-white fur.
The servant was shocked and couldn't help but say, "If those had hit an artery..."
Though the words were unfinished, the old lady's face visibly darkened. Her cloudy eyes now shone with a cold light as she looked at Mia.
"Mia, this is outrageous!"
No matter how much Mia disliked the daughter of her husband's ex-wife, she shouldn't resort to such tricks. A slight mistake could have been fatal!
Mia finally understood what was happening and quickly tried to explain, "No, Mom, I didn't put anything like that in there! I don't know how it happened..."
Emma, taking advantage of the distraction, pinched her thigh, and tears immediately welled up in her eyes. "Aunt Taylor..." She no longer called her "Mom," switching to "Aunt Taylor" instead. But given the situation, no one thought she was being disrespectful.
Crying, Emma said, "If you don't like me, why did you bring me back?"
"I..." Mia, who always cared about her public image, was furious, especially with so many guests present and in front of the old lady. She pointed at Emma's nose and yelled, "You're lying! You're setting me up!"
Emily quickly chimed in, "My mom is good to everyone. She wouldn't do something like this!"
"Yes..." Emma suddenly bit her lip, pausing before speaking, "Aunt Taylor would never do such a thing. I must have misunderstood. There must be some mistake."
By suddenly changing her stance and calling it a misunderstanding, Emma left Emily feeling like she had punched a pillow. Emily was at a loss for words and could only look at Mia.
Mia was absolutely livid.
She was always the one who framed others; when had anyone ever dared to frame her?
She reached out to slap Emma, but the old lady gave a signal, and the servant quickly stepped forward to grab Mia's arm.
"Ma'am, the guests are still here. This isn't appropriate."
"I... she..." Mia looked at the old lady in panic, "Mom, it really wasn't me! No matter how reckless I am, I wouldn't do something like this!"
The old lady frowned. If it weren't for the incident with Nelumbo, she might have doubted Emma. But now, she trusted Emma a bit more than Mia.
However, doing such a thing in front of so many people was definitely not Mia's style.
The old lady looked at Emma again. The young girl was small and thin, with tears welling up in her eyes, looking anxious and uneasy—not someone who would scheme against Mia. After all, a child raised in the countryside who had just arrived in Inspireville wouldn't have such cunning plans, right? Perhaps this was a plot within a plot, trying to drive a wedge between her and this poor granddaughter...
Thinking of this, the old lady grew even more annoyed. She could tolerate someone scheming against Emma, but involving her in the plot too? Did they have no respect for her at all?!
Unable to sit still, the old lady struggled to stand up from her wheelchair and said, "Everyone, I apologize for the family drama. I'll prepare a small gift for each of you, and I hope you can forget what happened today..."
With a few words, she dismissed all the guests, then coldly warned Mia, "I don't want to see anything like this again. You and Emily go to your rooms and reflect on your actions! As for Emma... she won't be staying in the second-floor room anymore. She'll be moving to the small house in the backyard with me."
This was clearly a move to protect Emma.
Emma felt a surge of happiness. In her previous life, she never got close to the old lady, and it remained a regret until her death. She hadn't expected that Mia's scheming would actually endear her to the old lady in this life.
Her innocent demeanor won the old lady's affection, but she couldn't help glancing at Mia's resentful figure as she went upstairs, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction.
She vowed that Mia and Emily would pay back a thousandfold for everything they did to her and her mom!
That night, Emma barely slept, her mind busy plotting her revenge.
She used the computer in her room to look up information on Christopher. As he appeared, he was a "gentleman deeply wronged by a malicious brother, left with crippled legs."
But Emma knew it was all a facade.
She remembered meeting Christopher the day after her birthday party in her previous life. But her supposed fiancé had come to the Wilson Family not to see her, but to bring a gift for Emily, ignoring her the entire time. It was only when he heard she could cure his leg condition that his attitude changed completely.
Looking back, she realized how naive and foolish she had been, not knowing she had been used by Christopher from that moment on.
Since she didn't have a chance to approach Christopher yet, Mia and Emily were within reach. To deal with them, she first needed to win the old lady's heart completely.