The Poisoned Heir

"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.