Chapter 213 Emma Cuts Her Wrists
Timothy glanced around the art exhibition and walked up to Freya with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Mrs. Nightingale, let's talk."
Freya could probably guess that Timothy was here about Elizabeth.
Emma, holding Freya's arm, tightened her grip slightly. She too had a guess about Timothy's purpose for coming.
Freya gently patted the back of Emma's hand and nodded lightly.
Worried, Emma followed Freya.
The three of them went to the exhibition office.
Timothy pulled over a chair, creating distance between himself and the two women. "Mrs. Nightingale, thank you for taking care of my Elizabeth."
Timothy's words carried a cold, mocking tone.
Freya's expression changed slightly, displeasure showing in her eyes.
Although Timothy held a certain status in Border Ridge City, he was still a junior after all. His attitude made her very uncomfortable.
Timothy continued with a slight smile, "Mrs. Nightingale, the Stewart family isn't without enemies. It's best to know when to stop."
Freya's expression froze, her eyes turning cold. "You can try. Right now everything is just being handled according to regulations. If the Sherman Group is operating properly, naturally there won't be any problems."
Hearing this, Timothy's gaze sharpened. "I hope so, Mrs. Nightingale. We're all smart people here. Some things are better left at that - going too far will only lead to bad consequences."
Freya let out a cold laugh and said firmly, "Timothy, if you hadn't insisted on sending Jane and the others abroad, we could have stayed out of each other's way. Emma, Jane, and the others haven't done anything to get in your and Elizabeth's way."
Emma remained silent the whole time, complex emotions flashing through her mind.
He really was here for Elizabeth.
Timothy crossed his legs. Over these years, his graying temples had actually made him look more reserved and refined. He smiled faintly, "Mrs. Nightingale, I wonder if Ms. Sutter has mentioned anything to you about Tommy and Jane's background."
Hearing this, Emma's head snapped up, her face turning pale.
What was Timothy trying to do?
Her fingers trembled slightly.
No, he loved Annie the most. He wouldn't say anything.
Freya turned to glance at Emma. Seeing her poor complexion, she frowned slightly and turned back to Timothy. "Tommy and Jane's background? What do you mean?"
Timothy scoffed, "Speaking of this matter, it's also a scandal for the Robinson family. All along, I just didn't want my sister Annie to be gossiped about even after her death. Mrs. Nightingale, I don't want to make this a big deal, but there are some things you should know, so you won't be deceived."
His words carried an obvious implication.
Emma's heart tightened.
She wanted to faint.
A trace of doubt rose in Freya's mind.
"Tommy and Jane are my sister's children with someone else," Timothy said, the mockery fading from his lips, a trace of pain in his eyes. Sometimes he really hated his father Manuel. "Mrs. Nightingale, I don't want this matter to get out."
Freya's eyes widened in shock.
Hadn't Annie passed away long ago?
Thinking of today's advanced medical technology, Freya's expression gradually became serious.
Emma's heart filled with unease. He actually said it. She bit her tongue to keep her mind clear.
Timothy stood up and walked out of the office coldly.
The office fell silent.
Freya's expression was cold, saying nothing.
Emma knew she couldn't hide this matter anymore. She decided to take drastic measures.
Emma covered her face and knelt on the ground, crying.
"Godmother, Jane and the others came from my body. I treated them as my own children. Was I wrong?"
Emma's cry of "Was I wrong?" carried painful accusation, echoing through the office.
Freya looked down at Emma like this, not knowing for a moment whether she should be angry about Emma's deception.
Freya's heart was filled with mixed feelings. Over these years, Emma had always been by her side, and there were feelings there.
Freya had once thought Emma was a victim who had given birth and been abandoned by Timothy.
But now Freya discovered that things were far more complicated than she had imagined.
After a moment of silence, Freya finally spoke, "Emma, why didn't you tell me the truth earlier?"
Emma's tears kept flowing. She said in a low voice, "Godmother, I didn't dare. When I found out the children in my belly belonged to someone else, I wanted to die. But when Jane and Tommy were born, I let it go. To me, they are my children. I really treated them as my own."
Emma continued sobbing, "I was supposed to be a socialite of the Sutter family with a bright future, but I was tricked by my boyfriend's mother into being a surrogate. Godmother, if this got out, what would people think of me? Their words would make it impossible for me to live."
Looking at Emma in such a sorry state, Freya felt both pity for her and anger at her hiding the truth.
Freya said slowly, "Emma, I understand your difficulties, but you shouldn't have kept the children's background from me."
Freya had truly cared for Emma as a goddaughter.
Emma covered her face in pain, choking out, "Godmother, I never wanted to reveal this secret. I'm in pain, and I'm also worried the children will suffer in the future."
Freya sighed, reached out to gently pat Emma's shoulder, her tone carrying some helplessness. "Get up. What am I supposed to say to you, child?"
Emma knelt and hugged Freya's leg, crying loudly.
As if this painful matter had been weighing on Emma's heart for a long time.
She lowered her eyelids, a flash of venom in her eyes.
Freya returned to The Nightingale Mansion. Seeing her tired expression, Russell frowned and asked, "Freya, are you feeling unwell?"
Freya paused and shook her head. "I'm fine, don't worry."
Russell looked at her face more carefully, held her hand, and advised, "I know you care about Emma, but you need to watch your health. To me, your health is what matters most."
To Russell, no matter how good Emma was, Freya's health was most important.
During this time, Freya had been worrying about Emma's affairs, and Russell had seen it all.
Hearing Russell's words, Freya gave him a playful glare, her mood sweetening a bit.
They had been married for many years now.
"I'll watch my health," Freya felt a warmth in her heart. She sighed, "I learned some things today that gave me a bit of a headache."
Russell had the servants leave the living room.
The couple talked privately about Emma's situation.
After listening, Russell fell into silence. After thinking for a moment, he said, "If that's the case, sending Jane and Tommy abroad is the best choice for them. Let this matter end here. If the children learn the truth in the future, they might feel hurt. Manuel is too stubborn."
Russell understood Manuel's character fairly well.
As a father, hearing that his daughter's bloodline continued, he might make wrong decisions.
Annie - what a pity. Talent envied by heaven.
Thinking of Annie, Russell thought of his own missing daughter, and his heart ached.
Freya sighed and nodded in agreement with Russell's words.
In that case, there was no need to fight for custody of Jane and Tommy.
That evening.
Herschel was attending a business function when he received a call from Emma.
"Herschel, can you do me a favor?" Emma's voice sounded a bit weak.
Herschel walked to a quieter spot and asked in a steady voice, "Sure, are you sick?"
Her voice sounded weak.
Emma sat in the bathtub and raised her hand to stir the water.
Herschel on the other end heard the sound of water.
The sound of water accompanied Emma's weak voice. "Herschel, please thank godmother for me. Thank her for her love and care over these years."
Herschel frowned, finding it stranger the more he listened. "You can tell Freya directly."
There was silence on the other end for a while, then Emma said slowly, "I'm afraid I'll cry."
She hung up after saying that.
Emma put down her phone. She picked up a sharp fruit knife from the edge of the bathtub.
She raised her left hand, water droplets dripping into the water one by one.
Soon, the fruit knife moved, and red blood oozed from her wrist.
Blood dripped into the water.
Emma stared at the gradually reddening bathtub, and suddenly she laughed.
She looked a bit crazed.
Herschel had a vague feeling something was wrong. He immediately called back, but Emma's phone kept going unanswered.