Emily was speechless. She was dumbfounded. How did chatting turn into revenge? She quickly waved her hand. "No, I didn't mean that…"
Amelia was puzzled. "Then what do you mean?"
Emily choked for a moment and could only look at George. "Brother George…"
George was expressionless. "Mr Smith, chase her out. Also, she borrowed five million yuan back then. Follow up and ask her to return the money."
Mr Smith: "Okay."
Emily panicked. "No, I'm not. I'm—"
Mr Smith grabbed Emily's arm and dragged her out. "We don't care how you are. Remember to return the money."
Emily's tears fell. "But I just recovered. I can't do much work. I can't earn money to return it to you…"
Mr Smith: "So you came to the door and wanted the Waltons to support you and treat you like a young lady?"
Emily was anxious. "No, I didn't mean—"
