Chapter 13

At the steps.

Louis and Emma were sitting together.

"That medal should have been mine; Milo doesn't even dare to speak loudly in front of the whole class."

Emma suddenly said, her face very bad.

Louis, however, laughed. "Why?"

!!!

Emma suddenly turned her head and glared at him.

Louis didn't care at all, looking at her contemptuously.

"The medal was originally for those who have the four qualities of faith, honesty, cultivation, and compassion; ask yourself, which one do you meet?"

"The compassion of watching a cat fall into the water and not saving it?"

"The honesty of deliberately letting a wasp in to attract attention?"

"Or the faith of solving Emilia and Nuel with me and seeing blood?"

"Oh, the only one that fits is cultivation, after all, you are practicing hard every night~"

Emma couldn't describe her mood at this moment—anger? Fear? Killing intent? Embarrassment?

It seemed they were all mixed together, hard to distinguish.

The only thing that could be confirmed was that this guy who saw through her true face and mocked her without mercy was damned!

Die! Die! Die!

Emma stared at Louis fixedly, only feeling that the heart in her chest was about to jump out.

At this time, David, who had finished his conversation with Ellis, walked over and saw the two.

"Emma, Louis."

"Hello, Uncle."

David smiled.

Turning to look at Emma, whose emotions were a bit wrong, he thought Emma was disappointed and comforted her. "Emma, everyone has their own strengths; this medal doesn't explain anything."

"No! That should have been mine; Milo can't even spell; he doesn't deserve it!"

"Emma!" David frowned seriously; he couldn't believe that his daughter, who had always been sensible, would say such words and show such strong jealousy.

Perhaps it was because he was busy with work and cared too little about her.

Emma took a deep breath, as if realizing her gaffe, and calmed down. She glanced at Louis, who was watching from the sidelines, and then looked at Milo, who was surrounded by people and laughing in the field, and said, "Sorry, Dad, you're right."

"Milo is my friend; I should bless him; I am very happy he won the medal."

David nodded, touching his daughter's hair, feeling that Emma was still that good child, and just now was just impulsive.

Louis beside him watched her clumsy performance.

It must be said that being young is really a big advantage; even if the acting is clumsy, it is hard to make people suspicious.

But next, let's see how you act.

After the award ceremony, the children played everywhere in the field, while the adults were chatting and getting to know each other; many times, the friendship between parents is also a kind of resource.

David, who was the owner of two factories, understood this truth very well and chatted with others quite well.

But he didn't notice that Emma was gone.

Along with her, Milo and... Louis were also gone.

The school was actually built behind a forest near a cliff; as long as you walked through the garden, you could reach the cliff and waves behind the forest.

And at this moment, Emma was running toward the back with Milo.

Milo was very simple; he thought it was normal for Emma, who was his desk mate, to invite him to play in the forest, and besides, Emma said there was a place behind that looked very good, which must be very interesting; perhaps it would be a new secret base!

Milo believed it so.

And when they came to the cliff, looking at the boundless distance, and the jagged rocks and waves between the cliffs, Milo let out a heartfelt exclamation. "Wow, Emma, you're right; this is really cool!"

Emma didn't speak, just followed behind.

Followed all the way to the front.

Blocking Milo's path.

At the same time, she looked at him with cold eyes.

At this moment, Milo was finally a bit afraid; he looked at Emma and then at the waves behind. "Emma, we should go back."

Emma didn't speak, continuing to look at him with that look, as if looking at some insect that was hindering her.

"Emma, what do you want to do?"

"You know what I want to do."

Emma said so.

There was no hesitation in her eyes; she didn't treat him as her own kind at all, and didn't put the other party's life in her eyes; she stretched out her hand quickly, just like when she stabbed Emilia with that iron piece without hesitation.

And then.

*Clap! Clap! Clap! *

The sound of applause rang out.

Louis walked out from the side and asked Emma with a smile.

"Emma, what do you want to do?"

!!!

Emma retreated a few steps; she didn't understand why Louis, this guy, would appear here; she clearly left very secretly.

Louis stepped forward, pulled Milo back, and patted him on the shoulder. "Alright, go over there and wait obediently."

Milo's head and body swayed slightly, as if he had heard his mother's voice, nodded blankly, and stood still in a position.

Watching this scene, Emma instantly recalled that night full of nightmares, waving her hands and retreating repeatedly. "Louis, don't."

"That won't do; this is a big crime; do you know what will happen to you if the police find out?" Louis stepped forward step by step.

"You will be pressed on a small pink electric chair, electrocuted, just like that drowned cat; oh, look at this beautiful hair, and this little red dress; by then, they will probably all become ugly charcoal."

*Gulp. *

There was horror in Emma's eyes; it seemed she could already see that scene.

Her experience was not rich enough, her knowledge was not broad enough, but the education she received told her that killing is a crime, and criminals will be punished if they are discovered and caught.

So what Louis said was logical.

At this time, Louis came to her, grabbed her hair, and looked regretful.

Emma looked at Louis pleadingly. "Louis, don't, please."

Louis restrained his expression and looked at her coldly. "Doing something wrong requires punishment, otherwise it will only become more and more evil, especially for an evil child like you who is born this way; it must be severely corrected!"

Realizing that Louis was not prepared to spare her, Emma looked at Louis viciously; several ways of revenge had already come to her mind at this moment.

Burn him to death!

Drown him!

Hack him to death!

"Bastard! Who do you think you are!"

"You are the same as me, both have seen blood; why punish me? And, what I did was right; you were brought home by me, and you snatched my family status; Milo can't even spell; those idiots are not as good as me; that medal is mine; that cat deserved to drown if it couldn't swim..."

"Fuck! Fuck! You..."

*Slap! *

The crisp and pleasant sound echoed around.

Louis blew on his palm; men and women are equal, and I'm a year younger than her; what's wrong with hitting her!

(End of this chapter)