Kneeling

" It's not me. You have to believe me! " Emilia Gates stared at the people in the car stubbornly. The heavy rain was pouring.

The windows were wet by rain, but I could vaguely see the stern face in the car. Emilia stood outside the car trembling. Through the window, she shouted loudly, 'Aston Hamilton! You at least listen to my explanation!"

The car door suddenly opened. Before Emilia could be happy, a strong force pulled her over. She slammed into the car and bumped into him. His dry white shirt instantly got wet.

"Aston, those gangsters who hurt Mia Stone were not arranged by me..." Emilia said. A slender and powerful finger pinched her chin without mercy. A unique magnetic voice came from above her head, "Do you like me so much? "

The cold voice was with a slight smell of tobacco which belonged to him.

"What?" Emilia was a little confused. The whole world knew that she liked him. Why would he suddenly ask this now?

The man pinched Emilia's chin. He used his slender hand to stretch towards her face.

His fingers gently touched her cheeks that had been wet by the rain. Emilia was almost immersed in his gentle eyes. She seemed to have heard the next sentence that the man would ask her if she was cold.

But the man suddenly exuded an angry breath. He said coldly." Emilia, do you like me so much? You like me so much that you don't hesitate to kill Mia?"

A chill came from the bottom of Emilia's heart and spread all over her body. Grace instantly became sober and couldn't help but smile bitterly... When did this man show his tenderness to her? It turned out that it was not tenderness at all. It was just a smile from Satan.

"I didn't intend to kill Mia..." She wanted to explain for herself.

" Yes, you didn't intend to kill Mia. You just bribed a few gangsters and let them rape Mia." The man's expression gradually became irritable. He didn't give Emilia a chance to explain. The clothes on Emilia were torn apart.

"Ah!"

Along with screaming, Emilia was pushed out of the car mercilessly. She fell into the rain in embarrassment. The cold voice of the man sounded particularly pronounced in the sound of rain. Emilia Gates, what you did to Mia, then I do the same to you. How's the feeling of being naked?"

What!

Emilia suddenly raised her head and looked into the car door incredulously. The man sat in the car, looking at her condescendingly. He took out the handkerchief to wipe his fingers slowly," Miss Emilia, l am very tired now. Please go back. "

"Aston! Listen to me! I really..."

"It's not impossible for me to listen to Miss Emilia." The man raised his eyelids indifferently, and glanced at Emilia, "If Miss Emilia is willing to kneel in front of Hamiliton Manor for one night, maybe l am in a good mood, then I can give Miss Emilia ten minutes."

The door of the car suddenly closed.

The handkerchief was thrown out of the car. Falling in front of Emilia, it was wet by rain.

Emilia lowered her head, picked up the handkerchief in the rain, and pinched it firmly in her palm.

The car drove into Hamilton Manor. The iron gate of Hamilton Manor closed mercilessly in front of her.

In the rain, Emilia's face was pale. She stood for a while, then suddenly raised her head and walked to the gate of Hamilton Manor.

She pressed her lips tightly and knelt down on the ground.

She knelt down!

Not because of atonement

Just because Mia was her friend! She should mourn when her friend dies. Not because everyone thought she killed Mia!

She knelt down!

She begged this man to give her ten minutes to listen to her explanation!

The clothes on her body were torn and in tatters. It was barely able to cover important parts. She covered her body with her hands, but her waist was straight. She was proud. She was proud and unyielding even when she was kneeling down! Her self-esteem! Her dignity! She was Emilia in Naples!

She knelt down stubbornly, just for a chance to explain clearly. She hadn't done it. She didn't admit the things that she hadn't done!

But, would there really be this opportunity?

Would she explain it clearly?

Would anyone really believe her?

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. It never stopped from beginning to end.

One night passed.

In the downpour,

Emilia still knelt down outside the Hamilton manor.

The rain drenched her dress. She had been kneeling in the rain all night.

The morning finally came. The manor that had been silent for a night finally had some movement. The silver-haired old butler walked over from the manor yard holding an old-fashioned black umbrella.

The iron gate that had been closed for the whole night "creaked" and opened a gap on two sides.

Emilia finally made a movement, raised her drooping head, and gave a pale smile to the old butler who was standing in the middle of the iron gate.

"Miss Emilia, Mr. Aston wants you to leave here."

The old butler's hair was neat. Even if it rained, he had no messy hair. He was as rigorous as the trees and plants of the Hamilton Manor, all trimmed by someone. The old butler threw a piece of clothing towards Emilia.

Emilia stretched out her hand that had been soaked in the rain all night to pick it up, then she put the clothes on trembling.

She moved her pale and bloodless lips. Her voice was hoarse and firm," I want to see him."

The old butler did not show any emotions. He conveyed the words of the manor owner word by word, "Mr. Aston said that Miss Emilia's existence had polluted the environment of the manor. He didn't want to see Miss Emilia anymore."

From the time of the accident to the present, Emilia did not show a trace of weakness. At this moment, no matter how hard she maintained her calmness, her shoulders trembled, revealing her injured heart.

Emilia closed her eyes. The rain dropped on her face. Others didn't know whether it was rain or tears on her face. The old butler looked at her expressionlessly.

Emilia opened her eyes again, raised her head and said to the old butler," Mr. Joseph, no matter what you think, I haven't bribed these gangsters to ruin Mia's virginity. In any case, l cannot accept your hatred without complaint. "

Although Emilia was exhausted, she said clearly... This was a woman who was willing to bow her head temporarily, but was full of pride.