Chapter 15 Grandma's Protection
Emily took a cab back to Rachel's apartment and collapsed exhaustedly on the sofa.
She closed her eyes, memories of the past three years flashing through her mind, leaving her with mixed feelings.
Forget it, it's all going to be in the past anyway.
After all, she didn't have time to waste right now.
After a brief rest, Emily picked up her tablet and continued working on her unfinished design drafts.
The Paris project was crucial—she had to finish it as soon as possible. It was her and the baby's security.
Emily sat on the carpet with a fluffy shawl draped over her shoulders.
She held her stylus, swiping rapidly across the screen.
The lines flowed smoothly, the color combinations were just right.
She poured all her hopes for the future into the design.
Before she knew it, it had gotten dark outside.
Emily stretched. "Phew... I'm so hungry."
Putting down the tablet, she moved straight to the sofa and opened a food delivery app.
She was paying more attention to balanced nutrition now, basically avoiding heavy salt and oil, after all, she had to consider the baby's health too.
After placing her order, she figured it would take over half an hour.
Emily got up to move around a bit, but with nothing else to do, she started browsing baby clothes.
How could those tiny onesies be so cute?
Little hats, little socks—each item filled her heart with joy.
Her fingertip scrolled across the screen, imagining what the baby would look like wearing these clothes, and Emily's lips unconsciously curved into a smile.
But as she smiled, the curve gradually faded.
She thought of Alex.
If he knew she was having a child, what would his reaction be?
Would he be as gentle as he was with Grace, or would he remain cold as ever?
The moment this thought emerged, Emily crushed it without hesitation.
Ugh!
There she went being delusional again.
They were about to divorce—what was the point of thinking about this?
Besides, Alex's attitude was crystal clear.
Grace was the only one in his heart.
After thinking it over, Emily finally sent Alex an iMessage. [Not trying to bother you. Let's speed up the divorce process, please cooperate.]
The moment the message was sent successfully, a weight lifted from her heart.
From now on, she and Alex would have nothing to do with each other. That was fine.
Meanwhile.
Alex sat on the sofa, looking at the oatmeal porridge Grace had brought him, with no appetite whatsoever.
His phone screen lit up.
Seeing Emily's message, Alex's brows furrowed instantly.
He had expected Emily to cry and make a scene, or even make all sorts of unreasonable demands.
But he never expected her to be so straightforward.
And... she seemed quite eager?
An inexplicable irritation surged up, and Alex threw his phone onto the table with a bang.
Grace's heart leaped with joy. She pretended to be concerned and moved closer, her gaze casually sweeping across the screen.
The text message was crystal clear!
Excellent!
That Emily was finally being sensible.
A flash of calculation flickered in Grace's eyes, but it vanished instantly. She softened her voice and approached, "Alex, what's wrong? Did something happen with Miss Johnson?"
Alex sneered, "Just games. Nobody cares about her."
Grace's smile grew more triumphant. She then brought over a cup of hot tea and said understandingly in a gentle voice, "Miss Johnson is only acting this way because she doesn't want the divorce. What woman doesn't want to keep her husband close? She wants you to go comfort her. You don't need to consider my feelings."
These considerate and gentle words were like a thorn, precisely piercing Alex's heart.
For a moment, he felt even more irritated.
But after a moment, Alex suddenly stood up. "Get some rest early. I'm going out."
"But it's so late, where are you going..."
Before Grace could say anything more, Alex had already stridden away.
The roaring engine of the car faded away in an instant—you could tell how fast he was driving!
Grace was stunned.
Even after she'd said all that, was he still going to find Emily?
Her neatly trimmed nails dug hard into her palm.
No!
With their divorce so close, she absolutely couldn't let Emily come back!
Grace let out a cold laugh and picked up her phone to make a call. "Hello, it's your turn to make a move."
"Otherwise, you won't get a penny of the Baker family and Johnson family assets!"
Alex drove straight to Rachel's apartment, his stern face frozen with icy coldness.
Emily was acting so casual about it all!
Three years of marriage, and she could just cut it off like that?
This feeling of being out of control made him furious for no reason.
Alex drove directly to the apartment building.
He dialed her number. It rang for a long time before being answered. "Hello, who is this?"
Who is this?!
Alex laughed in anger.
"Come downstairs. We need to talk."
Upstairs.
Emily's finger, which had been modifying the design draft, paused. A flash of surprise crossed her eyes.
She looked at the number on her phone screen.
Oh, so that's why the voice sounded like Alex's—it really was him.
After a brief moment of surprise, it was replaced by coldness.
Ha!
She wasn't his subordinate—who was he ordering around?
When she was in desperate pain and bleeding late at night, she called him, only to get no answer.
Now he was taking the initiative to come find her?
"I'm busy." Emily refused directly, her tone even colder.
With that, she hung up without hesitation and immediately blocked Alex's number.
The sudden busy tone came through the receiver.
Alex was actually stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Emily actually hung up on him?!
In the past, didn't she always wait for him to hang up first before reluctantly ending the call?
He gritted his teeth and was about to drive away when the image of that shattered jade bracelet suddenly flashed through his mind.
And... the blood on Emily's palm, her resolute and sad eyes.
An indescribable emotion surged up.
Alex felt extremely irritated and punched the steering wheel.
After calming down, he called his assistant. "Order a bouquet of flowers immediately, and go to the jewelry store to pick out the latest haute couture jewelry set. Send them to 36 Maple Street . Also, give me the contact information for that restoration expert I asked you to find last time."
"Yes, sir."
The voice on the other end responded promptly.Alex leaned back in his seat, lighting one cigarette after another.
He told himself he was only doing this because the bracelet was a memento from Emily's grandmother, and compensation was appropriate.
In the apartment.
Emily had long since immersed herself in her design work.
She hadn't let Alex's appearance disrupt her rhythm at all.
After some unknown amount of time, there was a knock at the door.
Emily thought her food delivery had arrived and got up to answer. "Hello... huh?"
It wasn't the delivery.
Instead, it was a man in a suit holding a large bouquet of gorgeous roses.
The flowers were top quality, and beside them was an exquisite jewelry box.
One of them said respectfully, "Miss Johnson, Mr. Baker asked us to deliver these."
Emily's gaze swept over them casually, without a ripple of emotion in her eyes.
What was Alex doing—slapping her in the face and then offering candy?