Chapter 3
Emily's words rang out powerfully, and the hospital room fell silent in an instant.
When James snapped back to his senses, his face changed drastically. Just as he was about to explode, he saw Emily pick up her phone to call the police. "You all barged into my mother's room without permission and had ill intentions. Whatever you have to say, say it to the police."
Brian couldn't let her make that call and reached out to grab her phone.
Emily dodged back, her cold eyes fixed on Brian, somehow making his heart skip a beat.
Today's incident absolutely couldn't get out, or the Johnson Group's stock would definitely fluctuate.
"Emily," he forced out a smile. "You've misunderstood. We came today because we suddenly got the news, so we came to check on her."
"How could I possibly harm your mother?"
Emily's fingertip hovered over the dial button, her face expressionless. "Now you've seen her, so get lost."
She knew that when the medicine vial fell and shattered on the floor earlier, even if the police came, there would be no solid evidence. At most, they could be charged with causing trouble.
But with the power of the Johnson family and the Smith family, they probably wouldn't even need to be detained.
Brian's face looked terrible, but he knew he couldn't succeed today. He left with his people in disgrace, his eyes darkening as he passed Emily.
After they left, Emily immediately instructed Yasmin, "Yasmin, I'm going to handle the discharge procedures now. You pack up quickly."
Brian and his people wouldn't let this go.
Five years ago, Harper failed to kill her mother and become the legitimate wife. This time, she would only be crazier.
Having Yasmin and Amelia at the nursing home was like placing a piece of cake right under their noses. Emily had to take them home immediately to feel at ease.
"Okay, sure." Yasmin nodded.
Emily was quick. In half an hour, she completed the discharge procedures and helped Yasmin pack everything.
Halfway there, Emily suddenly received a call from Oscar. His voice was anxious on the other end. "Mommy, come back quickly, bad people broke into our house!"
Emily's vision went dark, but she forced herself to stay calm and comfort him. "Oscar, don't be scared. Take your sister and hide. I'll come save you right away."
After hanging up, Emily desperately urged the driver to speed up.
Rushing home, she immediately saw the messy yard where the swing she had built for Oscar and Nina had been knocked over, and the drying herbs were scattered everywhere, trampled beyond recognition.
From inside the house came Nina's terrified cries. "Mommy, Mommy..."
Emily's heart tightened. She rushed through the door just in time to see a man holding a stick walking toward Nina.
Oscar and Nina were hugging each other, curled up in a corner.
Her eyes turned red as she grabbed a wooden stick by the door and smashed it hard against his back.
The man cried out in pain and fell forward. The stick flew from his hand. He screamed and jumped up. Only then did Emily notice a rat trap clamped on his face.
Looking at Oscar and Nina again, the two who had just been huddled together in fear were now excitedly getting up and running toward her.
"Mommy, you're back."
The two little ones hugged her legs from left and right, their eyes bright, showing no fear.
Emily breathed a sigh of relief. She really had been too worried.
With these two kids' destructive power, she should have been worried about the other side instead.
"Are you okay?" Even so, Emily nervously crouched down to check on them.
Nina kept shaking her head. Seeing how worried Emily was, she hugged her head and gave her a big kiss. "Mommy, don't worry. Oscar protected me well."
Oscar nodded firmly. "I'm the man of the house. I have to protect Nina."
Seeing they really weren't affected, Emily finally felt completely relieved. At the same time, she heard a whooshing sound behind her and directly grabbed the wooden stick nearby, jabbing it hard backward.
The man grunted and stumbled backward.
As the commotion spread, the thugs scattered around all gathered over. Emily happened to recognize the leader - he was one of James's men.
Ryan Martin.
Back when she followed James around, he looked down on her the most, not only mocking her verbally but also tripping her up openly and secretly.
"Emily? Didn't expect you to become so pretty now?" Ryan looked her up and down, his eyes full of bad intentions. "But why are you still as desperate as before, even hiding a man at home?"
"With how weak he looks, he can't satisfy you, right? How about letting me try instead?"
"Hahaha..." The group laughed out loud in the yard.
Oscar and Nina's faces turned red with anger. "Shut up, you bad guys, get out!"
Ryan looked at them with disdain. "Oh, so these are those two bastards from back then? Didn't expect them to be twins. Sophia was right - you really have no shame."
"Even giving birth to bastards."
Hearing him spout such nonsense, Emily's expression became calm instead. "James didn't dare come himself, so he sent you, his lapdog?"
Ryan's face changed. "You bitch, say that again?"
"I said you're his lapdog," Emily repeated as requested. "Do you need me to repeat it again?"
Ryan cursed and rushed forward with a wave of his hand. "Get her! Today we're taking care of this woman!"
Emily grabbed the stick ready to fight. Oscar and Nina pulled out their slingshots, each shot quick and accurate, hitting people right in the face, making them cry out in pain one after another.
"Bad guys, get out!"
"I'm going to beat you all up today."
But Oscar and Nina were children after all, and didn't hit as hard as adults. The slingshot shots hurt, but they could still endure it.
Seeing those people grimacing and running toward them, Emily casually pulled a rope, and suddenly, countless steel balls fell from overhead.
Ryan and the others in front weren't prepared and slipped and fell directly.
Emily took the opportunity to beat them hard. A few strikes made them howl in pain.
"Emily, stop it!"
"Damn, it hurts, it hurts. If you don't stop, I'm not done with you."
"Where is everyone? Are you all dead? Get over here now."
The yard was filled with wailing, reaching the second floor and waking the sleeping man.
William Brown opened his eyes in a daze, but everything before him was pitch black. He couldn't see anything?
His heart tightened, and his nerves instantly tensed.
What was going on?