Chapter 61 Directly Go Home to Stay
The office was eerily quiet.
Grace covered her face: "You... you actually dared to hit me?"
Emily sneered: "Why wouldn't I dare? That slap was to teach your mouth a lesson. I put up with you before because Alex was completely on your side. Now we're divorced, why should I care who you are?"
Her firm words sounded particularly harsh in the office.
"Emily!" Alex shouted sternly.
He strode quickly to the sofa, his eyes cold as ice.
Emily looked up, completely unafraid: "Since we're already divorced, keep Grace in check and stop pulling these cheap tricks in front of me. As for how intimate you two want to be, it has nothing to do with me, and I'm not interested in watching."
Her tone was icy cold, completely different from her usual gentle manner.
At this moment, she truly didn't care about Alex anymore.
Grace's slapped cheek burned hot. She immediately clutched her stomach and curled up on the sofa.
She grabbed Alex's sleeve: "Alex, it hurts... my stomach hurts so much. Will the baby be okay? I... I think I'm having a miscarriage..."
Alex's expression changed: "Grace, are you alright? I'll take you to the hospital right now."
Emily stood nearby watching coldly: "Miscarriage? Perfect, the Baker family's private doctor is downstairs at the private clinic. Top equipment, lots of experience. I'll call and have him come up to give you a full checkup to make sure you and the baby are safe. How about that?"
Grace answered almost without thinking: "No!"
Her voice was too sharp, raising immediate suspicion.
Then she quickly added: "Who... who knows what you're planning? I want to go to the hospital! Alex, will you come with me? I'm so scared..."
Emily watched her clumsy performance and felt nothing but disgust: "Whatever you want. Alex saw clearly - I didn't even move just now. If you want to frame me, think it through first."
With that, she turned and left, her retreating figure resolute, without a trace of attachment.
Alex suddenly felt his heart tighten and instinctively wanted to chase after her, but Grace held his sleeve tightly.
"Alex, I'm so scared, don't leave me... Will the baby be okay? Please take me to the hospital? Sob sob sob, it hurts so much. I shouldn't have talked back to Miss Johnson, it's all my fault..."
The woman's soft sobbing made him incredibly irritated.
Alex frowned: "I'll have someone take you to the hospital to get checked out. Your health comes first."
In the end, he called his assistant directly: "Take her to the hospital for a full examination."
"Yes, Mr. Baker, then I..." The assistant wasn't clear on the situation, but saw Alex stride out of the office with long steps.
But by the time he chased outside, the elevator had already reached the first floor.
After leaving the Baker family company, Emily went straight back to the old mansion.
She had no attachment left. She had Susan help pack her luggage - clothes, design drafts... everything packed up. As for daily necessities, she just threw them away.
Susan sighed while packing: "...Miss, actually Mr. Baker does care about you. Is there really no chance between you two? I saw him staring at you in a daze last time. And he even made you breakfast himself..."
Emily's face was expressionless: "There's nothing left to say between him and me."
If he really cared, things wouldn't have come to this.
What's the point of trying to piece together a broken mirror?
Susan let out a heavy sigh and hurried to carry the luggage downstairs.
Now that the divorce was final, Emily planned to move back to the Johnson family home.
Counting the days, she would be leaving the country soon.
Margaret looked at her with red-rimmed eyes, holding her hand and pouting: "Emmie baby, are you really leaving? Grandma can't bear to part with you. When you get there, take lots of videos for Grandma. Report that you're safe every day, and when Grandma misses you, I'll watch the videos."
Emily didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She hugged the old lady, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "Grandma, I'll video call you often. You take good care of yourself."
"Don't worry, Emmie baby." The old lady got halfway through her words, then suddenly leaned over with a smile, "When you get there, find a handsome guy and show Grandma too!"
Emily: ...
The old lady was really... too forward-thinking.
An hour later.
Emily took a deep breath, said goodbye to the old lady and Susan, and went back to her own home.
Three years of marriage, and they had finally reached this point. It was fine - putting a complete end to it was a kind of closure too.
Andrew had been waiting at home.
He had the servants take the luggage: "It's good you're back. Since you've made up your mind, Dad won't stop you. Just take good care of yourself when you're away."
"I know." Emily leaned on her father's shoulder, finally relaxing after days of tension. "Dad, I'm a bit tired. I'll go upstairs and sleep for a while."
Andrew looked at her with concern: "You girl don't know how to take care of yourself. Matthew said he wants to throw you a farewell party?"
Emily nodded: "It'll just be some good friends. After all, I'm going abroad."
After briefly explaining the situation to her father, she went straight upstairs.
In early pregnancy, she was always sleepy, often napping for several hours.
Seeing that quite some time had passed with no one coming downstairs, Andrew couldn't help worrying: "I'll go check on her. She just got divorced, she's probably in a bad mood."
But before he'd climbed two steps, the doorbell rang.
When Andrew saw who was outside, he couldn't help but freeze: "Alex? What are you doing here?"
Alex stood at the door, "Emily left something at the old mansion. I'm bringing it to her."
Andrew looked at him, silent for a moment, but eventually stepped aside: "Come in. She's sleeping and hasn't woken up yet."
His tone seemed normal, but had grown somewhat distant.
He had seen with his own eyes how wholeheartedly his daughter had loved Alex back then.
For Emily to be determined enough to divorce now showed how the Baker family had treated his daughter!
Alex noticed Andrew's unfriendly gaze and pressed his thin lips together, "Dad, I..."
"I know what you want to say." Andrew cut him off. "Alex, about you and Emmie - as an elder, I can at least ask, right? You should know in your heart what my daughter has suffered these three years. Getting to this point is a relief for her."
Alex's eyes darkened. After a long pause, he said: "I just want to see her once."
Andrew furrowed his brow: "Upstairs."
Knowing he had agreed, Alex strode upstairs. However, as soon as he pushed open the bedroom door, he saw the slender woman curled up on the bed, sleeping peacefully.
Emily's soft face looked somewhat pale under the warm light, but had an indescribable serenity.
He walked slowly to the bedside, but his gaze fell on the nightstand... his steps paused slightly.
That was...
Alex's eyes churned with emotion as he picked up the crystal ornament.