Dusk gradually darkened.
Emily Snow dragged her exhausted body and limped slowly into the villa.
The smoky purple French windows fluttered gently with the breeze, elegant yet not vulgar, and the crystal chandelier hung in the center of the hall, reflecting on the white marble floor, flawlessly perfect.
Her heart couldnt help but ache, the scene in front of her was the decoration style she had once mentioned to Grace, it turned out it had already existed, but not because of her.
"You dont belong here," a cold wind brushed past Emily Snow, and Ethan Hunts handsome and stern face appeared in front of her.
Emily Snow clenched her fingers tightly, trying to calm her pride, and looked up, "Tomorrow, I want to see my dad."
"Are you ignoring me?" Ethan Hunts hand with distinct knuckles directly grabbed Emily Snows neck.
"I... Ill leave right away." The suffocation of oxygen deprivation made Emily Snows pale cheeks flushed red, unable to believe that the man in front of her was becoming more and more ruthless.
"I warn you, if theres a next time, you will die very ugly," Ethan Hunt disdainfully let go of his hand, and Heather Stream next to him sneered as she looked back.
"Follow me, Ill take you where you should go!"
Her legs had long been numb due to kneeling for too long, and Emily Snow followed them to the storage room at the farthest end of the villa, strangely, there was even a bathroom in this room.
Without warning, Ethan Hunts strong arm directly dragged Emily Snow and threw her into the bathtub full of cold water: "This will be your bed from now on."
The piercing cold water made Emily Snow shiver uncontrollably, but she knew they just wanted to insult and stimulate her, so she must endure it now and must endure until she sees her fathers safety with her own eyes.
"I want to see my dad."
Ethan Hunt looked into these clear and smart eyes, and his heart was inexplicably blocked.
He ignored these thoughts and disdainfully mocked, "A clay bodhisattva crossing the river, its hard to protect oneself."
Heather Stream, standing on the side, took the opportunity to speak: "If you have a heart, you should first look at your mother lying in the hospital bed!"
"What have you done to my mom?" Her brain went blank, and Emily Snow got up and grabbed Heather Streams shoulders to question.
"Let go of her." Ethan Hunt looked at her unhappily. Grace was gone, and Heather Streams sister must be protected well. He couldnt allow others to touch her.
"Tell me quickly, what have you done to my mom!!" Emily Snow couldnt hear his words at all and tightly grasped Heather Stream.
Heather Streams eyes quickly covered with tears, and she looked at Ethan Hunt pitifully.
Ethan Hunt frowned, raised his foot, and directly kicked Emily Snows abdomen. Emily Snow screamed in pain and was kicked to the corner of the bathtub, and her forehead hit the sharp edge of the bathtub.
"It was me who forced Grace to die! It has nothing to do with my family, please let them go." Her already bruised forehead bled again, and the blood slowly slid down to the corner of her mouth.
She was already powerless to struggle, and she could only take on all the unfounded charges.
Emily Snow clearly understood that Ethan Hunt could crush her like an ant, and her resistance would only bring more misfortune to her family.
"Since you admit it yourself, then you will wait to pay the price for what you have done!" With some annoyance, Ethan Hunt quickly left the room.