After speaking, I returned to the bed and picked up my phone to play, not wanting to pay attention to her.

Emilia sat down gently on the chair by the bed. She dared not look directly at me, but couldn't help stealing glances at me. Frowning, I put away my phone and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing, just worried about your health," Emilia bit her lip and replied softly.

"You must have wanted me dead, right? Why are you concerned about my well-being?" I asked, feigning surprise.

Emilia's face turned pale, and she vigorously shook her head, "No, Sylvia, I didn't want you to die!"

I said coldly, "Is that so? Then tell me, why did you pretend not to hear my cries for help when we were at the dock warehouse and instead went to tell Frederic and the others that I wasn't there? Later, Frederic and the others came looking for us, and they could even hear Leonel's phone ringing, but you couldn't hear my desperate cries for help?"

A series of questions made Emilia extremely embarrassed. She stammered, "Sylvia, I am not that kind of person. You should know me better, right? I just didn't hear it at that time, maybe I was a little hard of hearing."

"Singing student hard of hearing?!" I felt my intelligence being insulted, "Emilia, why have you become like this? Frederic should have told you that night, about our imminent divorce. Why are you in such a hurry?"

Emilia was exposed to the dark side of my heart. She seemed unable to accept the terrible things she had done. She started crying, "Sylvia, I'm sorry. I think I've gone crazy recently. I, I think I've fallen for Mr. Hudson!"

I originally had a lot of words to scold her. At this moment, I couldn't say any of these words.

Emilia choked up, "I know... I know I shouldn't have developed feelings for him, but he always forcefully inserted himself into my life. Unconsciously, I became accustomed to his presence. I started feeling inferior, I am not worthy of him, and I am even less than you. That's why I suddenly lost my mind and did such a thing. Sylvia, I'm sorry, please don't tell Frederic, okay?"

If I told Frederic, he might not be able to accept the white moonlight in his heart and become so jealous and cruel.

I think Emilia is ridiculous. "Emilia, tell me honestly, are you used to his presence or have you fallen for his lavish spending for you? No one would willingly reject a luxurious lifestyle, I understand that. I can tell what you're thinking just by looking at the clothes you're wearing now. Your father's surgery, and your family's demolished house, were all solved by Frederic. You're accustomed to the convenience brought by money and power, aren't you?"

"No!" Emilia exclaimed, she seemed unable to tolerate me insulting her feelings. Her eyes turned red, "That's not it at all! It's not just about the money. I genuinely fell in love with him!"

"Moreover, Sylvia, it was not Frederic who planted the seed of materialism in my heart, but you," Emilia said again, her gaze turning somewhat sorrowful yet resolute as she looked at me.

"It was you who showed me what a truly wealthy life looks like. I have researched the clothes and accessories you used to wear, they were very expensive. And also the money you lent me to rent a wedding dress. You easily lent it to me, someone you barely knew, without any hurry for me to repay. And Ruben told me about your car. All of this was something I never understood or desired before."

I was indeed shocked. It turns out that it was me who prompted Emilia to succumb to Frederic's money and charm.

Did I distort the soul of an innocent girl with the power of money?

Okay, I might have been a little bit showy. In my previous life, Emilia's appearance caused my family to fall apart. In this life, I can help her and Frederic be together. However, I always feel a bit unbalanced in my mind, so I intentionally did some scheming things.

"You could leave now," I said, not wanting to say anything more to Emilia.