Chapter 176
I felt like laughing. Her demands were really high-right
from the start, she was asking me for a house.
I looked at her with disdain: "Which house do you want?"
Isabella quickly said, "The villa you used to live in hasn't been sold yet. I can take your dad to look at the house with you. I don't have many requirements - just a place to live and food to eat."
I couldn't even be bothered to look at her: "How about I give you some advice?"
She quickly leaned forward: "Tell me, I'll do whatever you say."
My voice was soft: "How about I arrange for someone to send you to Solstice? Maybe you can find Jasper there and get him to give you a place to stay."
Her face went pale. She didn't dare argue back: "Emma, we asked around and heard that your brother might already be dead. You're our only daughter. I understand that you hate us, but you're my daughter. You don't want to regret it when we're actually dead, right?"
I glanced at her: "Let me remind you, Emma died three years ago. Don't preach at me like that. Your only daughter is Sophia - aren't you willing to do anything for her?"
Isabella shook her head, biting her teeth hard: "She's not. She's just like her mother, the woman trafficker-completely without conscience. If it weren't for her, your dad wouldn't have had a stroke. And the baby in her belly isn't even your brother's. She said her child is another man's. I was so blind before - I never thought she was that kind of person."
"I think she fits right in with you guys. Only people with morals as low as yours could raise someone like Sophia." I rubbed my foggy head, feeling tired. "I need to rest. Don't come looking for me again."
Isabella quickly said loudly: "Emma, you can't do this. You're all we have left. You can't just watch us die."
Oscar had already stepped forward, his tone distant and cold as he asked her to leave: "You'd better not bother her right now. If you have something to say, come with me."
I knew Oscar wanted to help me deal with this trouble. I didn't have the energy to stop him - let him handle it however he wanted.
Isabella looked at me, then at Oscar, and her eyes quickly lit up: "Oscar, thank you. We won't forget what you've done. We feel so relieved that Emma is with you."
They quickly walked outside. I closed my eyes, but my brain couldn't rest.
I had deliberately tried not to care about what would happen to them in the end, but they kept coming back. To say I felt nothing would be a lie - after all, as she said, I was their daughter. But the behavior of these extremely selfish people shocked me. Every time I thought they'd reached their limit, they could easily break through it.
So for them, I just hoped they'd never appear in front of me again. All the hatred from before, I'd already let go of it. I'd long accepted that they didn't love me, and I wasn't that sad about it anymore.
It's just Sophia - she really knows how to disgust people.
The Brown Family treated her better than they treated me, their biological daughter, and she kept betraying them. She really is their karma.
Oscar quickly came back from outside, smiling at me: "Okay, everything's taken care of. They shouldn't come bother you again."
I frowned at him: "How did you handle it?"
Oscar smiled: "I gave them money for medical treatment, and arranged a job for your mom. It won't make them rich, but at least they can get by. I sent them to work as security guards at the Emerald City western project."
I looked at him, somewhat amused: "I remember the Emerald City western project doesn't need security guards right now, does it? Isn't it still under construction? They haven't even installed the doors yet."
Oscar smiled: "A temporary gate is still a gate. Room and board included, good air, pretty relaxed - it suits them well."
I had wanted to argue, but after hearing him out, I didn't say anything more. Maybe this wasn't bad - them living miserably under my control was actually a good choice.
Oscar stepped forward and gently held me in his arms, his chin lightly rubbing against the top of my head: "Since everything's already passed, let it pass. From now on you have me, we'll have our own child, and we'll only get happier."
The sudden sentimentality made my nose sting. I wasn't an unloved child anymore. Oscar loved me, and there was the baby in my belly who shared my blood. We would love him together. That was enough.
Oscar smiled: "I told her we're getting married. I'm helping them only because I don't want them constantly disturbing your life. She asked me to tell you that no amount of apologies can make up for things. She just wants a stable life now and will try not to bother you in the future."
I didn't say anything. I couldn't tell if I felt sad or relieved: "But what's going on with Sophia?"
Oscar smiled and patted me gently: "If you want to know, I'll have someone look into where she is now. But we probably don't need to dig around - Sophia got out of prison by pulling strings, and now the government is reviewing a bunch of officials. Her case will probably be re-examined."
I hugged his waist and lazily responded. Actually, I didn't seem to hate Sophia that much anymore, but she still needed to be punished for what she'd done: "I'm a bit tired. Can I sleep for a while?"
Oscar kissed my forehead gently: "Sure. You should have slept well on the plane. Now that we're home, you can sleep even more peacefully. Go to sleep first. I'll wake you up when dinner's ready."
Pushing all the troubling things out of my mind, I let Oscar gently carry me to bed. I wrapped myself tightly in the blanket. The familiar bed, the familiar smell - I closed my eyes peacefully.
I seemed to get tired really easily lately. I slept for who knows how long - Oscar couldn't even wake me when dinner was ready. I slept straight through to the next morning. Opening my eyes to see sunlight filling the room, I stretched and turned to look for Oscar.
The bed beside me was empty. There was a cup of water on the nightstand, still steaming. I sat up and called his name. He quickly responded from outside, already at the bedroom door as he spoke: "You're awake? Did you rest well? You slept for thirteen hours. I was getting worried when you didn't wake up. You didn't eat dinner last night - you must be hungry, right?"
I turned my head and smiled at him: "Yes, I'm a bit hungry. What did you make today?"
"Chicken soup," he answered with a smile.
I had just started to feel hungry, but when he said those words, I suddenly started dry heaving.
"What's wrong?" Oscar rushed to my side, scared. "You were fine just now. Why are you suddenly feeling sick again? Drink more chicken soup later."
I bent over again, tears already gathering in my eyes. "Shut up. Don't say those two words."
He looked confused: "Which two words? Chick... en soup?"
I threw up again.