Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Bound by Fate

"Go in!"

"Madam, you'd better know who you are! Since you've been sent here by the Ford to celebrate, you should take good care of Mr Scott!"

"Once you enter the Scott's house, you have to abide by the Scott's rules! When Mr Scott wakes up, maybe your good days will come!"

A pair of large hands pushed Emma and forced her into a luxurious room. There was a thick red cloth hanging on the room, which made her look like she had just gotten married.

However, Emma was not happy at all.

"I have nothing to do with the Ford. Why should they force me to come here to celebrate?" Emma struggled. "Let me go!"

"That won't do." The person who had spoken before was none other than the butler of the Scott, whose surname was Zack.

At this moment, Housekeeper Taylor looked at Emma and said with a sneer, "For your sake, the Scott has given you two hundred million as a betrothal gift. If you're lucky, you can take it."

"You'd better reconcile with Mr Scott as soon as possible and get rid of Mr Scott's illness! At that time, you can naturally come out!"

"Close the door!"

Housekeeper Taylor gave the order, and the door was quickly closed. Emma was locked inside.

"You're crazy! Are there any laws left?" Emma was so angry that her face turned blue. She slapped the door and said, "Aren't you afraid that I'll take revenge if you force me like this?"

"Do you dare?" Housekeeper Taylor's cold voice came from outside. "I heard that Miss Ford has always been filial. For the sake of your ill grandmother, I don't think you will be impulsive. Besides, the monitor in the room is always on watch. You should be careful."

As she spoke, her voice gradually faded away.

Outside the door, there was only the rustling of the wind echoing in the cold night.

Emma's face was ashen.

"He even pretended to be a monitor in the room. The people of the Scott are all psychos! What a lunatic!"

After turning around a few times, she couldn't open the door.

Emma was so angry that she had no choice but to sit on the chair next to her. She unconsciously looked at the inside of the room and her eyes fell on the soft big bed.

There was a tall man lying on it.

Emma knew that this must be the eldest son of the Scott, Liam Scott.

Liam was not as half-dead as he was now.

Not long ago, Liam suddenly fell into a coma and could not find out the reason.

The Scott had searched everywhere for famous doctors, but there was nothing they could do. Mrs. Scott was even more anxious. After visiting all the eminent monks, she finally got a little news.

There was no cure for Young Mr Scott's illness. He could only wake up when he found a girl with a suitable date to get married.

Thus, Grand mother Scott immediately offered 200 million to help Liam find a girl for the wedding.

Under such circumstances, the Ford had found their daughter, Emma, who had been sent out of the Ford a long time ago and whom they had cut off all ties with.

Originally, Emma didn't intend to go back to the Ford, but her grandmother, who depended on each other for survival, was getting more and more sick and in urgent need of kidney source. Emma knew medicine and could cure her grandmother, but she couldn't change her grandmother's kidney on condition.

At this moment, the Ford proposed a deal. As long as Emma was willing to return to the Ford, the Ford would settle their grandmother down and find a kidney source for her.

Emma agreed without hesitation. But after returning to the Ford, she found out that the young master of the Scott was in a coma and was looking for the bride of good fortune.

She felt a little uneasy, but before she had time to prepare, she was fascinated by the Ford and sent to the wedding.

They struggled all the way, but they used their grandmother as a threat to force her to compromise.

Thinking of her sick and weak grandmother, Emma's eyes turned red and her hands clenched into fists.

She hated it the most when someone hurt her grandmother, not to mention using her grandmother's illness as a hostage. After she got away, she would definitely make the Ford pay the price they deserved.

A dark light flashed across Emma's eyes as she calmed down.

She looked at the man on the bed and walked over.

The man in front of her was handsome, like a god. Every inch of his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be carved by the creator, delicate and perfect. His eyebrows were cold, his nose was tall and straight, and his curled long eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, which was very beautiful.

His nose was lowered, and the breathing mask covered half of his face. The outline was blurred, but the perfect and smooth lines could be vaguely seen.

It was a pity that such a perfect-looking man, at this moment, was pale because of the burden of his illness. A seriously ill grey cloak covered him, constantly reminding everyone that he was about to die from a serious illness.

Emma carefully looked at his face, and a faint idea came to her mind.

She could save him.

She needed an alliance, and Liam was her only choice at the moment.

She needed Liam to wake up.

Having made up her mind, Emma quickly took action. She turned off the light, went to bed, and sat down on Liam.

There was a faint blush on her face, but Emma's eyes were clear.

The monitor was staring at her. She needed to disguise herself.

Emma lay down and touched Liam stiffly, pretending to enjoy the show. In the dark, she took out a small bag of medical needles from a hidden place.

She pulled out the silver needles and inserted them into the major acupuncture points on the man's body.

Emma was so nervous that she could only continue to move faster to divert the attention of the people outside the surveillance room. Sure enough, in the monitoring room next door, Housekeeper Taylor looked at her movements with disdain.

"Little b*stard, don't pretend to be a pure and fierce woman."

Emma didn't know the disdain in Housekeeper Taylor's heart, but she was keenly aware of it. She stared at him and didn't leave.

She could only bite the bullet and get closer to Liam. She even made a gesture of wanting to kiss him.

Damn it, if the people in the monitoring room didn't leave, her innocence would be gone. Fortunately, Liam was still in a coma. If he woke up and saw the intimate posture of the two of them, she might not be able to explain it clearly.

Emma complained in her heart. When she lowered her head, she saw a straight line of eyes.

The man under her had already opened his eyes and was staring at her face. His eyes were sharp and deep.