Hector had just returned to his bedroom and hadn''t even changed for a shower when an urgent knock on the door pulled him back out.


    Mason grabbed him and rushed him downstairs. "Hector, Emma slit her wrist! Shit! She really went all out! The blood was flowing like a creek. Even when the chickens are ughtered at the butcher''s, their blood doesn''t run that smoothly!"


    Hector was speechless. Emma would probably be furious enough to cut herself again if she heard Mason saying something like this.


    When the two reached the ground floor, Emma was still standing at the kitchen entrance, blood dripping from her wrist.


    William stood nearby, his expression dark and filled with irritation.


    "Father, Hector is here," Mason announced, nudging Hector forward.


    Hector nced at Emma''s wound. Blood gushed from the cut, showing how deep


    it was. She had really gone through with it.


    He greeted William respectfully, "Father."


    "Hector, make sure she doesn''t die in this house," William ordered before turning away to sit on the couch.


    "Understood, Father."


    Hector stepped forward and adjusted his sses. "Emma, give me the knife. Your wound needs to be treated."


    Emma shook her head. "No, Hector. Dad wants to throw me out."


    "Hurting yourself like this is foolish," he said, his calm voice tinged with indifference. "You''re trying to threaten him. You should know he hates threats, especially from his own daughter."


    "If he really saw me as his daughter, he wouldn''t be kicking me out." She sobbed. "Even Natalie agreed not to make me leave."


    "Natalie is Natalie, and Father is Father. Don''t confuse the two." Hector took another step forward. "Come on. Give me the knife."


    "No!" She shook her head.


    "Emma!" At that moment, Sky rushed out of the dining room and froze at the sight.


    His face turned pale. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he grabbed a nearby helper. "Where''s Ms. Walker-Natalie?"


    "She''s resting on the fifth floor with Ms. Thatcher," the helper replied.


    Sky immediately let go and ran to the elevator.


    When he reached the fifth floor, he rang the doorbell.


    It wasn''t long before Natalie opened the door. She had changed into her


    nightwear, draped a long shawl over her shoulders, and let her hair fall naturally— she was clearly ready for bed.


    "Natalie, I need a favor," he said urgently, grabbing her wrist and pulling her toward the elevator. "Emma slit her wrist. She''s losing a lot of blood. Please, talk


    to Father and ask him not to kick her out."


    She raised an eyebrow and nced back at the room. Olivia, who had also changed into sleepwear, poked her head out curiously.


    Catching Natalie''s gaze, she immediately perked up. "Wait for me!"


    She quickly grabbed a long coat, threw it on, and followed. "Natalie, I''ming too!"


    She blinked excitedly at Natalie. Emma had attempted suicide-this was a drama she couldn''t miss out on!


    Natalie chuckled. "Alright. Let''s go."


    Sky was desperate, but seeing them chat and joke along the way only irritated him more. Still, he swallowed his frustration—he needed Natalie''s help.


    "Natalie, I''m begging you. Just say a few words to Father. If you do, he''ll listen."


    "Sky, what exactly did Emma do to make Dad angry?" Natalie asked tly, making no move to agree immediately.


    "We talked earlier, and Dad wasn''t even there. I barely had time to return to my room before he decided to throw her out. If she didn''t do something to anger him, why would he suddenly make that decision?"


    "I was in the dining room, so I don''t


    know." He admitted, taking a deep


    breath as they stepped into the elevator "Emma had already cut her wrist by the time I came out. Regardless of what happened, this is a life we''re talking about. L''can''t just stand by and let her die."


    Natalie smirked slightly but said nothing.


    Behind her, Olivia rolled her eyes.


    If Emma really wanted to die, she could have done it quietly in her room. But no,


    she had to make a whole spectacle out of it. There was no way she actually wanted to die.


    Olivia couldn''t stand a bitch like Emma.


    And yet, that idiot Sky actually fell for it.


    "Natalie, I beg you. It''s just this once. If you help, Howe you a favor." Releasing Natalie''s wrist, Sky


    softened his tone. "Emma never


    really did anything unforgiv


    swna ver


    you. Please, just do this for


    She thought for a moment, weighing the value of his so-called favor.


    "Natalie," he urged again, his voice growing tense. "We don''t have time. The longer we wait, the worse it gets for Emma."


    Olivia tugged at Natalie''s shawl, shaking her head in warning. She was warning Natalie not to let Sky guilt-trip her.


    Natalie gave it a little more thought before finally nodding. "Alright. I''ll do it."


    But then, her voice turned cool as she said, "Let me rify-I can plead on her


    behalf, but I can''t guarantee Dad will listen."


    "He will," Sky said confidently. "That''s not your concern."


    "Fine, then."


    "Natalie!" Olivia grabbed her arm. Her gaze was filled with frustration.


    Natalie gently patted her hand. "It''s alright."


    Olivia wasn''t happy about being treated like a child, but then she remembered Natalie''s words. She had said, "If I return to the Walker family, I won''t let myself suffer in the slightest."


    Thus, she said nothing more.


    "Let''s go," Natalie said simply, and the three of them walked into the living room. William sat on the couch while Hector tried to get Emma to hand over the knife. However, Emma was a sobbing mess and waspletely hysterical.


    When she saw Sky enter with Natalie, she lost control of her emotions. She suddenly lifted the knife and shed at her wrist again.


    "Emma! Don''t move! Just stay still!" Sky panicked. "Natalie, hurry! Talk to Father!" Natalie nodded. "Alright. I will."


    She walked over and sat beside William. "Dad."


    "Nattie, weren''t you supposed to be resting upstairs?" William''s expression instantly softened when he saw her, and his voice turned gentle.


    "Sky asked me to plead for Emma," she answered bluntly. "He promised that if I helped, he would owe me a favor. And I''d like to collect on that favor."


    "You don''t have to help him. I can make him owe you ten favors if you want." His displeasure toward Sky was obvious. "How dare that bastard pressure you into this!"


    "But if I force it, he won''t owe me willingly," Natalie replied, smiling slightly. "want him to be grateful. Besides, if Emma actually dies here, she could spread rumors outside. That wouldn''t be good for the Walker family.


    "She''s lived here for 20 years. If we''re too ruthless, she might act out of desperation and try to harm you, Mom, or my brothers."


    Federrick had once taught her never to corner a desperate person. When a person lost everything, they lost their humanity, and at that point, there was nothing they wouldn''t do.


    Rather than driving Emma into a situation where she could be a real threat, it was better to keep her within reach, where she could be watched.


    "Emma knows everything about this family," Natalie continued. "We might as well let Sky have his way-just this once."