chapter 67
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It was so obvious that I wanted to get Emma to talk more about Victoria.

“Is that all you know?” I asked her while she smiled at me.

“Yes but I believe they'd have more information very soon too.” She nodded. “So can I see Lily now?” She asked.

I didn't like that she was asking so boldly about Lily. I still wanted to know the reason she had shown up without calling me but I didn't want to sound harsh. Not at all.

At this point, Emma was doing me a favour. I mean I know I can't trust her fully but I knew she wouldn't lie about this.

“You should have texted that you were coming.. what if I wasn't home.”

She turned sharply at me like she didn't expect me to say that. “Why wouldn't you be home?” She asked, confidently.

“I mean I could have travelled. I could be at the office or anywhere at all.” I was trying to make her understand so she wouldn't have to show up here without letting me know.

“Why are you whispering?” She asked me.

I paused for a while. “Whispering?”

“Yes, you are whispering. Why is that?” She looked at me with her eyebrows narrowed. “You talk like you don't want someone hearing you. Is that right?”

“No.” I said, looking away.

“Or are you hiding something, anything at all.” She started looking around my office but she couldn't find anything. “Or do you probably have a woman here that you are hiding.”

She stood up now, checking all the hidden corners of my room. I had thought that this was a joke but it wasn't. She was seriously looking out for a woman in my room.

“Are you serious right now?” I asked her but she kept on searching with her eyes.

I decided not to say anything else and see where this finally takes us.

“I know that there's a woman here but I just can't prove it.” She stood with her hands on her waist. She looked

This was crazier than I thought.

She actually believed it.

“Or isn't there? I wonder then, why you are so eager to ask me why I showed up in the first place.”

“It's not wrong that I'm asking you that, Emma. I mean you showed up without letting me know.” I said again, careful not to sound too harsh. Emma might seem annoying but she was the only one giving me great accurate information.

I had already started thinking of the next thing to do about Victoria.

“When are you going to let me see Lily?” She asked me. She was already getting up. “Maybe I could tell you more during lunch.”

Emma was not going to give up.

“Why don't you tell me more and then, I'll ask Mrs. Park to make you some food, what would you like to eat?” I was ready to call Mrs. Park into the room so she could take Emma's food orders but she didn't seem interested in that offer.

“Why does it look like you are trying to hide something from me or someone from me?”

Emma was acting mysterious and asking questions that even I found awkward and weird. I didn't want her to see Lily.

I didn't want Lily to get attached to her so I was trying to protect the little girl's heart. Emma looked up at me with kind eyes which was weird because Emma could not be considered as kind.

“I understand what you are trying to do, Ethan but I promise you that you don't have to worry.” She paused, maybe giving me the chance to comprehend what she was about to say. “I'll never hurt Lily..”

“And who's talking about hurting her?” My voice was a bit raised and I'm sure that Emma wasn't expecting that. She must have been shocked to hear me.

“That's not what I mean?” She raised her hands in defence, then suddenly she started laughing calmly. It was a small laugh, one that wasn't intended to hurt me.

It made me remember those days when we were together, when we were truly happy. When everything hadn't yet fallen apart. She always looked pretty when she smiled. We were meant to be together or so I thought.

Looking at her laugh, I didn't regret that we didn't work.. if we did, then maybe I wouldn't be here, I wouldn't know that I had so much potential inside me.

So maybe all that hurt I faced was ready for good. Maybe all the embarrassment the Pierce family caused me was all for the best, maybe that was God preparing me for greater things like this.

“You are not listening to me.” Emma said, calling my attention. I wondered how many things she had said before she finally realized that I wasn't even listening to her.

“What did you say?”

“Did you hear that? That is my stomach asking you to feed it. Aren't you going to listen to it at least.”

I nodded. All I was going to do was take her downstairs, have Mrs. Park serve her some food and then get her to talk more.

Victoria was my problem now, not Emma. I led her downstairs to go have some food. She seemed happy that her wish was coming to pass but it didn't matter to me. I had a goal.

As we went down slowly, my mind drifted off years ago when I watched my mother slave her life for the Pierce family. That was literally the only thing I always regret.

That my lovely mother didn't get the chance to live with me and be here when I was finally enjoying everything we always wanted. She had always encouraged me more than anyone in this world.

She made me realize that I could get anything I want. She encouraged me, she made me see the good in life and that is why I still haven't transformed into the monster that Victoria wants me to be.

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