Chapter 214 Just a Ruse
Herschel thought about it and still felt uneasy. He rushed to Emma's villa. While in the car, he had already called a locksmith and an ambulance.
Better safe than sorry, no matter what.
He rang the doorbell while urging the locksmith to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, he rushed upstairs anxiously to find her.
He found Emma in the bathroom.
The bathtub was already stained with blood.
"Emma."
Herschel's face darkened. He lifted her out of the bathtub and quickly placed her on the bed, then grabbed a towel and wrapped it tightly around Emma's wrist.
"Emma, can you hear me?"
Emma had already lost consciousness.
Before long, Herschel heard the sound of the ambulance.
He carried Emma downstairs and put her in the ambulance.
Outside the emergency room at the hospital.
Herschel rubbed his temples and called Russell.
He couldn't tell Freya directly about Emma's sudden wrist-cutting, given Freya's poor health.
"Uncle, I don't know what happened to Emma, but she did something drastic tonight. She's in the emergency room now."
Russell frowned and said in a low voice, "I'll tell Freya about this. Call me with any updates."
"Okay." Herschel hung up.
After hanging up, Herschel stood anxiously outside the emergency room waiting.
After what felt like forever, the emergency room door opened and the doctor came out. "The patient is temporarily out of danger. We've stopped the bleeding."
Herschel immediately felt relieved and said gratefully, "Doctor, thank you."
The doctor gave a few instructions, "When the patient wakes up, if her emotions are unstable, she'll need lots of care and support from her family."
Herschel nodded, "Thank you."
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Elizabeth walked out of the Sherman Group that evening and saw Timothy standing next to a motorcycle.
She walked over and touched the motorcycle seat, smiling.
"I came to pick you up and take you home," Timothy said gently.
He handed her a helmet, put on his own helmet, swung his long leg over the bike, and turned to look at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth put on her helmet, held onto Timothy's waist, and got on the bike.
Timothy started the motorcycle and said softly, "Elizabeth, hold on tight."
Elizabeth wrapped her arms around Timothy's waist and tightened her grip, "Okay."
The motorcycle rode through the night, city lights shining on them, flickering bright and dim.
The scenery along the road kept changing.
"Want to get some barbecue?" Timothy's voice came through the helmet into Elizabeth's ears.
"Yes."
Timothy turned at the intersection ahead. There was a night market on the street ahead.
The night market was too crowded.
Elizabeth chose to buy barbecue to take home.
At their front door, Timothy stopped the bike smoothly.
They both took off their helmets.
Elizabeth hooked her hand behind Timothy's head, stood on her toes, and kissed him passionately.
Timothy's eyes were full of indulgence.
"Mr. Robinson, thank you for picking me up," Elizabeth said softly, slightly breathless.
They looked at each other and smiled.
They walked into the house holding hands, the indoor lighting soft and warm.
Seeing the two masters return home, the butler left the main villa in a well-trained manner.
Elizabeth was thinking about the barbecue. She quickly took a shower, checked on Seraphina first, then went downstairs.
Timothy, wearing black pajamas, came out of the kitchen carrying barbecue arranged on a plate and a glass of warm milk.
Seeing Elizabeth coming downstairs, he smiled and asked, "Where do you want to eat?"
Elizabeth walked over and took the milk from his hand, "Let's just eat in the living room."
In the living room, the TV was on.
They ate and chatted.
Elizabeth enjoyed the barbecue in a pretty good mood.
Timothy brought up the issue of Seraphina's kindergarten. "I've compared several kindergartens, and there are three worth considering."
Elizabeth nodded decisively, "Tomorrow afternoon, let's go look at them together."
No matter what, they needed to inspect them in person to feel at ease. When it came to Seraphina, Elizabeth would make time even if she had none.
Just then, Timothy's phone on the coffee table vibrated. He picked it up and quickly scanned the message.
Emma cut her wrists and went to the hospital?
She was still alive.
He showed the message to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth took a bite of beef, glanced at the message, and looked at Timothy with confusion, "What's she doing?"
"Playing the victim," Timothy said simply and clearly.
He didn't believe at all that Emma actually wanted to die.
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The next morning at The Nightingale Mansion, after breakfast.
Russell told Freya about Emma's incident last night. "She's out of danger now, no need to worry too much."
Freya sighed, feeling a bit conflicted, "Let's go to the hospital to see her later."
Russell wouldn't stop Freya from doing this, "Okay."
They went to change clothes and headed to the hospital.
Freya and Russell walked into the hospital room. Herschel stood up and moved a chair next to the bed for Freya.
Freya looked at Emma lying in the hospital bed, feeling pity in her heart.
Emma's face was completely pale, her wrist wrapped in bandages, looking completely listless.
Freya said softly, "Emma, I hope you can rest well and get better soon. I'm waiting to go out with you. Those things are in the past now."
Emma closed her eyes, tears falling from the corners.
Freya held Emma's other uninjured hand, "You silly child."
Russell stood to the side, his face serious, saying slowly, "Emma, we're also your family. No matter what happens, you have us. The most important thing now is for you to recover."
Listening to Freya and Russell's words, Emma opened her eyes, looked at them, and said weakly, "Godmother, I'm sorry."
Freya sighed and wiped the tears from Emma's face, "Don't think about it anymore. Everything's in the past."
Emma felt relieved inside.
She had made the right move with this gambit.