Chapter 269 Being Cursed At

Chapter 269 Being Cursed At

Emily's face turned deathly pale. She instinctively tried to hide her ringed finger, but it was too late. A socialite from the guest seats who had just been speaking up for her quickly walked over and grabbed her arm.

The crystal-studded ring appeared before everyone's eyes, identical to the one in the video.

"It really was you!"

The socialite glared at Emily. "So you're the worst one! And I was just defending you!"

Emily's pupils dilated suddenly, her breathing stopped, and she froze in place.

"How despicable!"

The deceived guests grew angrier one after another, stepping forward to scold her harshly:

"How can someone be so shameless! You tried to frame Ms. Lockhart and managed to package yourself as the victim! We almost fell for it!"

"The Lockhart family raised an ungrateful person like you. What terrible luck!"

"Not only are you ungrateful to the Lockhart family for raising you, but you turned around and hurt them. No wonder nobody loves you!"

"Right! Someone like this doesn't deserve to be loved!"

Emily couldn't lift her head under the scolding. She lay miserably on the ground, her heart wrapped in overwhelming despair.

The physical pain couldn't compare to the pain in her heart. She desperately crawled toward Beatrice.

"Mom! I'm sorry! I was confused for a moment. I was just jealous, jealous that you all loved Cynthia. Mom... for the sake of our eighteen years as mother and daughter, please forgive me, okay?"

Beatrice pushed Emily away without hesitation, her eyes full of disgust.

"Everything that happened to you today is your own doing! If you had been willing to get along with Cynthia from the start, how would you have ended up like this?"

"When Cynthia first came back, she was willing to let you stay with the Lockhart family. She genuinely wanted to accept you as her sister! If only you had been grateful and not done these despicable things, the Lockhart family wouldn't have mistreated you, and Cynthia would have treated you like family!"

Emily shook her head, a bitter smile on her lips. "How could that be possible... How could she treat me like family? Only one of us could be Ms. Lockhart!"

"That's the biggest difference between you and Cynthia," Randolph stepped forward and said coldly. "She never cared about the Ms. Lockhart title. She only cared about her family and relationships. Remember Peter at home? He's just a servant, but because he took good care of Cynthia, she remembered that kindness, sent money to his family, and helped him as much as she could."

Peter had told him these things later.

Randolph had been moved by Cynthia's kindness at the time.

"She treats even a servant with such sincerity. If you had treated Cynthia with a genuine heart, she definitely wouldn't have mistreated you!"

Emily froze in place.

"We want to get close to Ms. Lockhart, but we can't even manage that!"

Another guest spoke up. "Ms. Lockhart has connections with so many important people. She can dance, heal, and design! Someone so talented could fulfill any wish you have with just a wave of her hand! But you were stupid enough not to cherish such great resources and insisted on going against her."

"Absolutely foolish!"

"Exactly!"

Emily looked at Cynthia in despair, regret spreading from deep within her heart.

If she had gotten along well with Cynthia from the beginning, would she really have been good to her?

Would she really have introduced her connections and resources to her...

If that were the case, couldn't she have gotten anything she wanted?

"Cynthia..."

Emily's emotions were complicated as she spoke weakly. "If I hadn't hurt you, would you really have been good to me..."

"You don't deserve to ask that question."

After saying this, Cynthia turned and left.

She didn't want to waste time talking to someone like that.

Emily was carried out of the banquet hall. She was too badly injured, and the slightest touch caused terrible pain.

The security guards were afraid someone might die, so they quickly sent Emily to the hospital.

In the hospital room, painful moans kept coming.

Emily lay on the ground, trembling with cold all over.

The doctor's words earlier had pierced her heart like daggers.

"Severe lumbar fracture, and because she was brought in too late, delaying treatment, she won't be able to stand for the rest of her life."

Emily screamed in the hospital room in a complete breakdown. She desperately tried to stand up, but she couldn't control her legs at all, couldn't even feel their existence.

She lay on the ground, tears pouring out like waves.

She had loved beauty most in her life, doing everything to become someone everyone envied!

But now... she had become disabled, confined to a wheelchair for life!

The doctor sighed, also feeling helpless.

"If she had been brought to the hospital even ten minutes earlier, there would still have been a chance of recovery."

This sentence stabbed another heavy blow into Emily's already wounded heart.

If she hadn't continued pretending to be pitiful, seeking sympathy, trying to destroy Cynthia.

Would she not have become disabled?

Emily closed her eyes in despair.

Why, why was fate so unfair to her! Why did fate side with Cynthia?

Just ten minutes... why did fate play such a cruel joke on her!

Cynthia...

It was all because of Cynthia!

The nurse hesitated for a long time beside her. After Emily had cried enough, she walked over and said, "Let me help you onto the bed to rest."

"Get away!"

Emily roughly pushed away the nurse trying to help her.

"I don't need your pity! I can do it myself!"

She braced her hands on the floor, struggling to get up, but each time she barely left the ground, she fell heavily back down.

Repeatedly experiencing the pain of helplessness.

The nurse sighed.

"What about your family and friends? Let me contact them to come take care of you."

She handed Emily her phone.

Patients in this condition needed family companionship the most.

But Emily had no family left.

Her parents had abandoned her, her brothers despised her, and as for friends...

Emily lit up her phone screen. There were many unread messages.

"You hypocritical woman! You knew all along you weren't the Lockhart family's daughter, but kept using Ms. Lockhart's identity to hang out with us, kept deceiving us! You're so shameless!"

"You're just a nanny's daughter. What a waste of all those expensive gifts I gave you before!"

"You even pretended to be Augustus's fiancée, but he never acknowledged you!"

"How can someone lie so much! Knowing you is such an embarrassment!"

All the past flattery and praise... had now turned into vicious curses.

Were these the so-called friends?