Chapter 367 Never Regretting

Chapter 367 Never Regretting
A breeze swept over King’s cheek. He stirred.
His vision slowly came into focus—his head pounding, his body stiff. When he looked down and saw the ropes around his wrists, his heart skipped a beat.
“Damn it…”
He struggled upright and turned his head. Victoria lay next to him, still unconscious.
“Victoria! Can you hear me?” His voice was hoarse with urgency.
She groaned softly, her eyelids fluttering before she slowly sat up with his support. “I’m… okay. Just dizzy.”
King let out a breath of relief—but then a sharp voice behind them sent a chill down his spine.
“Awake already?”
He turned.
“Emily?!”
She smirked, arms folded. “That’s right. I slipped something into your coffee and dragged you up here. Surprised?”
King was too stunned to speak. Beside him, Victoria’s face darkened with rage. “Emily! What the hell is wrong with you? After everything we’ve done for you, you still pull something like this? I thought you’d finally grown up.”
“Spare me the lectures!” Emily screamed, eyes wild. “You never once treated me like a real daughter! You said I wasn’t like you. Well, congrats—you got your wish. I’m not your daughter anymore. Happy now?”
Victoria paused, then took a deep breath. “Fine. Then tell me, Miss Moore, why did you drug us? What are you after?”
Emily’s expression flickered—conflict, pain, and bitterness tangled in her eyes. Then she laughed, sharp and cold. “Miss Moore? How fast you change your tone. You used to trail after me, calling me Emily like I was the light of your life.”
Victoria shifted, trying to sit straighter, but her limbs were still numb. “That was before. Don’t forget—you’re Cara’s daughter now, not mine.”
“Don’t start with that crap!” Emily snapped. “You never liked me. From the first moment you met Laura, you were enchanted. ‘Her smile reminds me of my younger self’—disgusting!”
“That’s enough!” Victoria snapped, trembling with fury. “James and Laura were always meant to be together. You’re the one who refused to let go—clinging to something that was never yours. If you hadn’t obsessed over James, maybe… maybe you could’ve stayed my daughter. Maybe things would’ve been different. But you chose this path. If anyone’s to blame, it’s Cara—for feeding you dreams that were never real.”
Emily’s face flushed crimson. Her hands shook, but she said nothing—just glared, fuming. After a moment, a twisted smile curved her lips.
“I only gave you a mild anesthetic. You’ll be fine. But as for what happens next… that’s up to Laura.”
“You plan to hurt Laura?” Victoria’s eyes narrowed, reading between the lines. The malice in Emily’s voice was unmistakable.
“She hurt me first!” Emily shot back, her voice shrill with rage. “She stole everything!”
Victoria’s patience snapped. “Laura has never hurt anyone. You brought this all on yourself with your jealousy and bitterness!”
“Shut up!” Emily shrieked.
She pulled out a handgun and pointed it directly at Victoria’s chest.
At the sight of the weapon, Victoria froze.
Her heart pounded, but she said nothing more. She wouldn’t give Emily the satisfaction.
Just then—
Footsteps.
James and Laura burst onto the scene, panic in their eyes.
“Don’t move!” Emily shouted, ducking behind the Green couple and pressing the gun against Victoria’s temple. “One step closer and she dies!”
Laura froze mid-step. James grabbed her arm, holding her back.
“Don’t be reckless,” he whispered urgently.
Then, louder: “Mr. Green, Mrs. Green—are you okay?”
“We’re still alive,” Victoria replied, trying to sound steady. “But she drugged us. Be careful—she’s not thinking straight.”
Laura’s throat tightened.
She took a cautious step forward. “Emily. What is this? Why are you doing this? Why bring my parents into it?”
“You really don’t know?” Emily spat, eyes flicking between Laura and James—and the way their hands were joined. Her voice dropped, bitter and cold. “You took everything that should’ve been mine. Everything.”
Her grip on the gun tightened.
“That’s why I brought you here.”
Her voice twisted with manic glee.
“This way, the game gets interesting.”