My Most Precious Wife

Chapter 17

Charles was really shocked. He always thought that his second daughter was perfect and kind. He

didn't expect her to be such evil and scheming woman!

"It's you, you didn't teach your daughter properly. That time you used such methods to force away our

elder daughter. Now you taught your daughter to follow your ways!"

He pointed at Kate with his finger trembling in anger.

"I didn't..." Kate froze with that slap.

Wendy was also shocked. All her years this was the first time dad hit both her and her mother!

"I'm really innocent, dad, it must be Emily who poisoned herself to frame us!"

"What you meant was Emily was willing to ruin her face just to frame you?" This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Which girl doesn't cherish her own face! How could she even say these words!

This daughter's heart was more frightening than he thought! "Had this been you, are you willing to hurt

someone at the cost of your face?"

"I... I don't know..." Wendy was sobbing, "But I'm really innocent."

"Charles, you should know what kind of person your daughter is..."

"That's why I suspect it was you who led her astray!" Charles forcibly pushed her away as she

approached.

Kate knew that today he will not believe anything she and Wendy said.

Although she didn't know the details, she knew that she needed to protect her daughter!

"Charles, I know that I'm wrong!" Kate knelt down and tears began to flow, "It's my fault, it has nothing

to do with Wendy, she doesn't know a thing."

"What did you say?" Charles stared at her in surprise.

Wendy also stared at Kate while looking wrongly accused, "Mom, you said ... that you did it?"

Kate looked at Wendy and then at Charles, nods, "It's me... all me. Wendy doesn't know a thing!"

"I didn't want Emily to marry Master Jackson. I want my own daughter to succeed and that's why I

committed this. Charles, Wendy is a good girl, she doesn't know anything."

...

Although Emily's face was ruined, she was in a good mood. When she felt better, she went to the

garden for a stroll.

When Manson walked over, she was standing next to some flowers and looking at several leaves. Her

delicate body, perfect facial lines, She... isn't she the servant he saw last night?

Manson walked over quickly, "You're actually here! I was looking for you for a long time!" After going

back I looked at the servant name-list and didn't find you!" He didn't expect to bump into her today!

Just with the view of her back was enough to mesmerize Manson, "Little girl, do you remember me? I

am..."

At that moment he swallowed his words. When he saw the face, Manson was shocked and his

stomach turned in disgust. What happened? How can she be so ugly? That was definitely not his

goddess. Could it be that he didn't see clearly in the rain last night?

Emily blinked and looked at him. He lowered his gaze but didn't display his disgust. He just looked

away. She turned around and continued to look at the leaves in her hands.

A distance away a voice came, "Manson."

Manson looked in that direction and saw Wendy standing in the sun. A light purple dress and flowing

silky long hair, that delicate face. On seeing Wendy, the girl before him looked like a creature.

Manson appeared to be shocked by the ugliness and took two steps backward. He then walked

towards Wendy.

"Wendy... you... what happened? Why are you crying?"