All Chapters of Love You Like I Used To? Forget It!: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

After pulling myself together, I packed up and headed back to the Quill residence with Cordelia. I never came back often these past two years—only showing up during the holidays for a family dinner, and even then, I didn't stay long. Under Jeremy's pressure, Mom no longer acted like she wanted me dead the way she did right after Julianne left. But every time she saw me, she still looked at me like I was her worst enemy. Today was no different. When Mom saw me, her face lit up with a gloating smile. "Karma finally caught up with you, didn't it? I told you before—someone as vicious as you was bound to get what's coming!" She must have seen the news online. Seeing me dragged through the mud, hated by everyone—worse than even a rat in the gutter—seemed to fill her with pure joy. It was as if she'd been waiting for this day forever. I ignored her.But Cordelia couldn't hold back anymore and blurted, "Mrs. Quill, Emi's your biological daughter! How could you be so cruel to her?

Jeremy immediately lit up, smiling as he warmly welcomed Julianne—no, Lumi—into the family. His sudden change of attitude made Julianne even more smug. She looked at me with a mocking glint in her eye as if to say, "Emilia, you're pathetic. You had two years, and you still ended up a joke. The moment I showed up, your family stopped caring about you again." My eyes darkened, and my hands, hanging loosely at my sides, slowly curled into fists. I didn't care about these so-called family members anymore. But that didn't mean I could stomach Julianne. She had repeatedly tried to get me killed. The reason I had suffered a life-threatening injury in the first place was because of her. Even if I couldn't kill her outright, I still wanted her to suffer as much as possible. It made my blood boil to see someone who should be rotting in prison walking around free and proud. But Noah once told me that Julianne wasn't William's real savior or his girlfriend. The only reason William ke

Henry couldn't take it anymore either. "That's enough," he said. "This isn't Emi's fault. Why are you hitting her? She already feels guilty enough! And no matter what, she's your daughter. How could you tell her to die? You're really…"Henry swallowed the rest of his words. He was also worried about Grandma. So he didn't want to argue with Mom any further.Despite all his flaws, he had always been a devoted son to Grandma.Meanwhile, Julianne, who had followed us there, took out her phone and recorded me breaking down. After sending the video out, she began rewatching it, indulging in my pain."Emi, this is just the beginning," she murmured. She truly believed that the heavens were on her side.Julianne had been longing for revenge but lacked the power to do anything. She was also afraid that if William found out, he'd leave her, and she'd lose everything.Just as she was torn and unsure of what to do, the Hardwells showed up as a perfect ally. She didn't even have to lift a fi

Grace's custom-made designer coat was now covered in dirty footprints from my shoes. She looked completely disheveled. After being helped up by her bodyguards, it took her a long while to recover.Back then, at the Lestoria Hospital, I merely talked back to her, and she couldn't handle it. She lost her composure and came all the way here. Now that I had actually hit her, it completely pushed her over the edge. "Emilia, just you wait!" she screamed. "I'll do everything I can to destroy you!"She had no idea where I got the nerve to do that to her.I had only shown her a bit of disrespect, and she retaliated by sending Grandma to the emergency room. So, wasn't I supposed to be scared of her? Shouldn't I be begging for mercy?How dare I fight back?How dare I?With such a lowly identity and status, I had actually hit her.In her entire life, no one had dared to even point a finger at her. And yet, I hit her?The more Grace thought about it, the more unhinged she became. Her ey

Dorothy thought that the way Irvin and I acted was proof that we were both raised in lowly households. We were tactless and utterly lacked the grace expected of those in high society.Although Dorothy was a housekeeper, working in one of the most elite families had inflated her sense of importance.To her, true members of high society were always dignified and elegant. Whatever they did, they would first consider the consequences and how their actions might affect their social networks.They would always act with restraint. She had never seen anyone so recklessly crossing the boundaries of social classes. She simply couldn't understand how a low-born girl dared lay hands on someone of higher status.After Dorothy was dragged away, Irvin took my hand and said, "Don't be afraid. I'm here."He wanted to protect me, but I wasn't moved by it. If it hadn't been for him, none of this would have happened.I yanked my hand away. "Mr. Hardwell, please remember your identity."He was n