Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 91: The execution of capital punishment.

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Hotel

Emily felt hot all over, and she could not remember how she had got back to the hotel. In her dim consciousness it seemed as if some one was calling her name in her ear, and then she felt something cold and metallic against her breast, and then a stranger was talking to Klaus beside her.

She awoke briefly and went back to sleep, her consciousness always in a state of blur. Sometimes she would dream that she was walking alone in a deserted place, but such dreams soon ended, and were replaced by blank slates.

It was as if she had fallen into an illusory space where she could find no direction until a voice rang in her ears.

"Emily,Emily."

She stood in the void, searching vacantly for the source of the sound, but there was nothing around her but a white expanse, and yet the sound lingered in her ears.

Then, in the midst of that nothingness, she saw the dim figure of a woman, seated in a chair, with a baby in her arms. She gently patted the baby’s bottom with her hand, while softly chanting a lullaby to her.

"Mom, is that you?" Emily made a desperate effort to reach the woman, but the figure of the woman soon disappeared.

"Mom, where are you?" Emily cried out for the woman, but the woman was gone for ever, and she was left alone to crouch and weep.

"Mommy, Mommy." Emily awoke from her dream, her chest heaving violently, and her heavy breathing audible in the stillness of the room. She felt like an athlete who has just finished a long, hard run, drenched in sweat, sticky perspiration clinging to her skin.

At that instant Dolly came softly from the outside. When she saw Emily sitting on the bed, pale and dazed, her eyes took on at once a look of surprise and delight.

"Emily, are you awake?" Dolly’s voice was full of concern as she hastily took a dry towel and gently wiped the perspiration from Emily’s forehead. "Are you having nightmares again?"

"Dolly?" Emily’s eyes were full of doubt, and her voice was weak and hoarse. "What happened to me?"

Dolly sighed slightly, and while carefully arranging Emily’s somewhat messy hair, she whispered, "You have been in a coma for three days with a fever. These three days had made every one anxious. Klaus got you a doctor, and if you don’t wake up, he’s probably going crazy."

"You’ve been here with me all along?" Emily’s eyes were fixed on Dolly.

"It’s not just me, Klaus is here with you. But he had an appointment with the king to-day, and there was really nothing to be done, so he had to go. Your maid is here to look after you, too. She just took her clothes to the dry cleaner." Dolly finished speaking, and gently pressed the back of her hand against Emily’s forehead, feeling her temperature." Great, you’ve got your fever out at last. Are you hungry?"

Emily shook her head slightly, and there was exhaustion and weakness in her voice. "I don’t have the appetite to eat right now."

"You need to refuel, I’ll buy you something to eat." Dolly said in a firm tone, "but you’ll have to change your clothes first, my God, you’re soaking wet."

So Dolly found a loose T-shirt in the closet for Emily to change into, and she took a damp towel and carefully wiped Emily’s face.

"Dolly, you just said I was in a coma for a few days?" Emily asked.

"Three days." Dolly replied quickly, "Any questions?"

"Three days." Emily muttered something to herself, and her eyes were a little hollow, as if she were thinking of something. Suddenly, she seemed to realize something important, and her body shook slightly, "So today is the day of Katherine’s execution?"

Dolly frowned slightly, thought about it seriously, and then replied, "The official announcement says today. "

"I’m going to see Katherine executed with my own eyes." Emily gritted her teeth and struggled to her feet.

"Emily, you can’t go." Dolly hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to support Emily, "You’re not completely well, you need to get some rest."

"Dolly, I have to go." Emily’s tone was unmistakable.

Dolly saw that she was resolute, so she sighed helplessly, "Okay, but you have to let me go with you."

Half an hour later, Emily and Dolly arrived at the prison where Katherine was being held according to official information, and outside the prison gate, Emily handed over the verdict and personal identification information to the prison police, and after confirming that Emily was a family member of the victim, the prison police allowed Emily to go to the prison to watch Katherine’s execution.

In the dimly lighted room, Emily peered through the clear glass and silently surveyed the scene opposite. Katherine, the murderer of her mother, was at that moment looking very awkward in her prison garb. Her cheeks were sunken, and her long, bright red hair, which had been cut short, had lost its former brilliancy.

Two female prison guards escorted Katherine, step by step, to the electric chair. Every step seemed to tread on Emily’s heart and make it heavier and heavier. The moment Katherine was in the electric chair, she suddenly saw Emily’s face through the glass window, and it seemed to her as if she had some sense. Her eyes filled for a moment with panic, and she began to struggle frantically. Her eyes were fixed on Emily, as if begging for something. She tried to open her mouth to speak, but her mouth was taped by guards and she was unable to make any sound.

Katherine’s body is firmly pinned to the electric chair by two female prison guards, unable to move except to look around her in despair. Then, with impassive faces, the two female prison guards began to turn the electric chair on and off. In an instant the electric shock went through Katherine, and her eyes suddenly widened, and her face filled with horror. Her body quivered involuntarily, as if she were in great pain.

The whole process lasted only ten minutes, but it seemed a long, long time to Emily. She watches as Katherine is executed and her mother’s killer is finally punished. Yet there was not the least joy in her heart, only endless emptiness and exhaustion.

After leaving the prison, Dolly carefully helped her down the road. Everything around seemed so strange and cold. As she walked, Emily suddenly stopped, a stream of sour water trickling down her stomach, and she felt sick and wanted to throw up.

"Emily, are you okay?" Dolly asked, worried, her face full of concern. "I’ll go find a taxi, you wait for me here."

Emily leaned limply against the telephone pole, her breast as if pressed against a boulder. A thin cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and the palms of her hands were soaked with perspiration.

As Emily slowly raised her head, a figure burst into view. Not far ahead, a man in a black shirt stood silent. He was tall and thin, his long jet-black hair flowing gently in the breeze.

He just stood there, motionless, like a sculpture forgotten by time. His presence made the air around him seem to freeze. He stared at Emily with those gray, almost transparent eyes, like ghosts from hell, with a chilling aura of death about them.

"Emily, here’s the taxi." The eerie atmosphere was shattered by the sound of Dolly’s voice as she gingerly helped Emily to the cab by the side of the road. "Let’s go."

The taxi door opened, Emily turned subconsciously, and the man had disappeared without a trace. Could it be that she had just hallucinated and was on a mission? Emily’s mind was full of doubts, but she really did not have the energy to delve into them at the moment. She thought no more about it, and, getting into the car wearily, leaned over Dolly’s shoulder and slowly closed her eyes.