Chapter 193 Okay
Emma saw Timothy.
She glanced at Seraphina beside him and quickly looked away.
Jane and Tommy, already sitting on the carousel, also spotted Timothy.
Jane called out happily, "Daddy!"
Timothy's face darkened. This was totally messed up.
He shot Emma a cold look.
Emma sensed Timothy's displeasure. She bit her lip, wanting to explain, but Timothy didn't give her any chance to speak.
Timothy bent down and picked up Seraphina. "Seraphina, let's go ride the little train first."
Seraphina looked at the carousel reluctantly but nodded. "Okay."
Whether it was the train or the carousel, she liked them both.
Seeing Timothy carry Seraphina and turn to leave, Jane on the carousel felt hurt and tears started falling.
The carousel hadn't stopped yet, so Emma could only wait for it to stop before lifting Jane down to comfort her.
Ondine carried Tommy down.
Tommy didn't cry, but Jane did.
"Mommy, why doesn't Daddy want me and Tommy?" Jane was truly heartbroken. Everyone else had a daddy, except her and Tommy.
He had never even held her, but he just held Seraphina.
Emma carried the sobbing Jane to a less crowded spot and asked the nanny Ondine to step aside for a moment.
After Ondine left, she squatted down to explain to Tommy and Jane. "Jane, Tommy, from now on when you see that man, don't call him Daddy. Just call him Mr. Robinson."
"Why call him Mr. Robinson? Daddy is Daddy." Jane hung her head, choking back tears.
"Jane, be good, or Mommy will get angry." Emma coaxed gently.
"I won't listen! Daddy is Daddy, I want Daddy!" Jane covered her ears, completely uncooperative.
Seeing Jane being so stubborn and disobedient, Emma got a bit angry too.
Emma's face turned cold. "Jane, I'm really getting angry now."
Emma stopped paying attention to Jane and looked at Tommy instead. "Tommy, remember to call him Mr. Robinson from now on."
Tommy didn't cry or make a fuss, just nodded. "Okay."
Seeing Emma ignore her, Jane cried even harder and ran to find Ondine. "I want to go find Grandpa."
Ondine comforted Jane while looking at Emma with difficulty.
"Take Jane to Mr. Robinson's place," Emma said, blinking her slightly red eyes, then looked down at Tommy. "Tommy, do you want to go with Jane?"
"Mommy, I'll go with Jane."
Ondine took Tommy and Jane to the Robinson Group.
Jane looked a bit like Annie, and Manuel doted on Jane the most.
Emma watched the car drive away, then turned to glance at the children's playground and smiled faintly.
"Grandpa! I'm here."
Seeing Tommy and Jane arrive, Manuel took off his glasses and rubbed his temples, smiling. "Did our Jane cry?"
He picked up Jane and looked at her red eyes.
Jane was usually delicate but also sweet.
Manuel thought of his daughter Annie and sighed.
Tommy greeted Manuel and went to sit on the sofa.
Manuel was pleased that Tommy showed such self-discipline at such a young age.
"Grandpa, why can't I call him Daddy? Why do I have to call him Mr. Robinson?" Jane asked, feeling wronged.
"Who said that?"
Manuel's eyes sharply turned to Ondine.
Ondine explained everything. "Today Ms. Sutter took Ms. Jane Robinson and the others to the children's playground and ran into Mr. Timothy Robinson. When Mr. Timothy Robinson heard Ms. Jane Robinson call him Daddy, he got very angry. So Ms. Sutter told Ms. Jane Robinson and Mr. Tommy Robinson to call Mr. Timothy Robinson 'Mr. Robinson' from now on."
Manuel frowned. "What was he doing at a children's playground?"
Ondine replied respectfully, "Mr. Timothy Robinson brought a little girl, about the same age as Ms. Jane Robinson."
"A little girl?" Manuel wondered to himself when Timothy became so caring.
He made an internal call. "Sam, look into the girl Timothy brought to the children's playground today."
Manuel hung up and told Ondine to wait outside.
After Ondine left the office.
Manuel looked down and comforted Jane. "Jane can call him whatever she wants."
"Really?" Her eyes lit up.
"Really."
Manuel had always felt he wasn't wrong. Annie finally had descendants, the baby was already formed—how could he let someone abort it? Besides, the Robinson family didn't have many children to begin with.
Hearing Manuel's promise, with tears still on her face, Jane broke into a smile. "I love Grandpa the most."
At the children's playground, Timothy recorded a video of Seraphina trying to climb onto the carousel horse with her little legs and shared it with Elizabeth.
Sitting in the car, Elizabeth watched Seraphina struggling to hug the horse, her eyes gentle.
"Chairwoman Penrose, we're here," Robbie turned around to remind her.
"Okay." Elizabeth put away her phone.
Elizabeth and Robbie walked into the golf course.
Seeing Elizabeth, Mira said, "Mrs. Sherman."
Jake had just passed away not long ago, yet Elizabeth was in the mood to come here.
Elizabeth replied, "Ms. Collins."
Herschel was also there. He quickly glanced at Elizabeth. Though he didn't have a good impression of her, he still greeted her politely. "Ms. Penrose."
There were several other people playing golf today.
Elizabeth came mainly to find Rex, whom she'd met at the last party.
She played a few rounds with Rex and they discussed a potential collaboration.
After finishing, Elizabeth prepared to leave.
As she passed Herschel, she stopped and asked politely, "Mr. Nightingale, does the Sherman Group have a chance to collaborate with the Nightingale Group?"
Herschel raised an eyebrow. "What kind of collaboration?"
Elizabeth smiled. "The Nightingale Group's luxury goods."
Herschel leisurely poured himself a drink and said in a low voice, "Impossible. The Nightingale Group's luxury goods won't lower their standards."
Mira looked at Herschel in surprise. People usually didn't speak so bluntly.
Though what he said was true.
Elizabeth didn't get angry. If there was no collaboration, so be it. She wouldn't force it. "That's a shame."
She told them she was leaving.
Herschel briefly glanced at Elizabeth's departing figure.
She kept her composure well.
He put down his glass and said to Mira, "I'm leaving too."
Just after leaving the golf course, Herschel received a call from Emma.
"Herschel, was I wrong? I yelled at Jane today."
Emma's crying was broken and intermittent, sounding like she was drunk.
"Emma, have you been drinking?" Herschel frowned.
"No, I haven't."
"Where are you now?" Herschel clearly didn't believe her.
"At home. I'm not drunk."
Herschel acknowledged and told his driver to go to Emma's place.
From the golf course to Emma's place took about forty minutes. He rang the doorbell and kept ringing for a long time, but no one came to open the door.
Just as Herschel was about to call, the door opened.
The smell of alcohol hit him.
Emma's face was flushed from drinking, looking dazed. "Who is it?"
Herschel instantly got a headache. She didn't know who it was but came to open the door anyway, while drunk.
He helped Emma inside. "Where are the servants?"
Emma only had two helpers here.
"What servants?" Emma leaned against Herschel, thinking hard.
You can't expect a drunk person to answer questions.
Herschel took off his shoes, changed into slippers, and helped Emma to the sofa.
Several empty bottles were scattered on the floor by the sofa.
She had drunk a lot.
Herschel picked up the empty bottles from the floor and put them in the trash.
Emma's eyes followed him the whole time, looking like she was spacing out.
"Why are you drinking so much in broad daylight? And alone at home—what if something happened?" Herschel guessed the servants weren't home. He sat down next to Emma.
Emma, being drunk, couldn't answer questions. "I want to drink. Where's the alcohol?"
She tried to stand up to find more alcohol but was pulled back by Herschel.
"Stop drinking. You'll get a headache."
Emma shook his hand, trying to break free. "Let go of me. I want to drink. Why is he so cruel to me and Jane? I'm hurting!"
She clutched her chest as she spoke, looking pained.
"Jerk, he's a jerk."
Herschel frowned, guessing Emma was talking about Timothy.
Seeing her trying to pull away to find more alcohol, he stood up and pushed her back onto the sofa. "Sit still."
Emma glared at him. "I want to drink. If you don't let me, I'll bite you."
Herschel ignored her threat and sat down, planning to wait until she sobered up before leaving.
He had never dealt with a drunk person before.
But Emma meant what she said about biting.
She suddenly pushed Herschel down on the sofa and bit his shoulder.
Herschel instinctively held her waist and let out a muffled groan.
His shoulder hurt.
"Emma, don't bite!"
Startled by his yelling, Emma looked up blankly, then cried and cursed, "You're yelling at me! Why can't you see me? Am I less pretty than Elizabeth?"
She cursed while taking off her clothes.
"What do I lack compared to her!"
"Tell me! What do I lack compared to her!"