Please Come Back, Honey!

Chapter 68

Chapter 68 “Why are you getting so worked up?” Simon retorted casually. “Even though you two are divorced, his showing up right now implies that there‘s still something going on between you guys.” “Emma, could it be that you and Trevor pretended to get a divorce just for the sake of being rid of Dad and me?” Emma was quivering with anger. She opened her mouth to speak several times, but in her state of fury, she could not find the words to express herself. The very thing she had vowed to keep secret just a few moments ago was now exposed to the world by Simon. That did it now. All the policemen here heard him. Trevor walked over to her and pulled her back as he said, “Why do you bother dealing with a guy like him?” He wanted to pull Emma further away from Simon, but when he grasped her arm, he could feel how violently she was shaking. He pursed his lips as his hand moved down to clasp her clammy, trembling hand. Simon saw what Trevor was doing, and he began to laugh gleefully. He eyed the two police officers beside him and barked arrogantly, “Did you see that, huh? Mr. Bateson is my brother–in–law. Hurry up and let go of me! Let go!” “Simon Yates!” Emma screeched in anger. She knew how shameless Simon was, but she never thought he would behave so brazenly. After causing such a ruckus, he still had the guts to use Trevor‘s name as an excuse to throw his weight around. Simon threw a meaningful glance at Emma and Trevor‘s hands that were still clasped together before saying suggestively, “Look at how intimate you two are, holding hands and all, but you‘re still refusing to admit that you lied about getting a divorce, huh?” Emma glanced down at once, and she finally realized that Trevor was holding her hand. Ashen–faced, she struggled to get out of his grip. Earlier on, she had been so caughtExclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

up in her fury at Simon that she did not notice that Trevor held her hand. The two police officers ignored Simon‘s words. They continued to restrain him as they declared solemnly, “You‘re under suspicion for causing a public disturbance, sir. I’m afraid you‘ll have to come with us to the police station.” Simon tried to say something in response, but Trevor interrupted by addressing the two police officers and saying, “Please carry on, officers.” In other words, he was asking them to get Simon out of here at once. Simon began to yell his head off once more. “Emma! Is this how you treat your brother?!” “Have you no conscience?!” “Trevor! Brother–in-law, hurry up and stop them!” As the four police officers carted a raging Simon off, Trevor glanced at Cerys. She got the hint and followed them downstairs. Trevor‘s look implied that she needed to remind the police officers to not let anyone find out about today‘s incident. After working for Trevor for so many years, Cerys was quick to pick up on these things. Once the apartment door closed and Simon‘s hollering was no longer ringing in Emma‘s ears, her body grew limp and she crumpled to the ground. This was the sight that greeted Trevor when he turned around after closing the door. He was half– amused and half–exasperated by her current state, He walked over and stared at her imperiously as he commented, “Scared? Lost all your spunk?” LUL Emma bit her lip. Her head hung so low that it nearly touched her knees. She was the living embodiment of someone who could not hold her head up high. I knew it. I knew he would start mocking me. I knew he would enjoy seeing me down in the dumps. “Go and sit on the couch.” His voice rang out. Emma did not move. Once again, she heard him saying, “Do you need me to carry you over?”

Emma clenched her jaw and got to her feet. However, before she could walk over to the couch, her vision grew blurry and she crashed to the ground unconscious. Just as her eyes closed, she could hear a frantic voice yelling, “Emma!” Her lips curled into a mocking smile. Why do I hear a hint of anxiety in his voice? It‘s true that you start hallucinating things when you lose consciousness. Why would Trevor be worried about me? Emma had stayed up all night writing the screenplay. She was about to continue working on it this morning when the loud banging on her door gave her a terrible fright. “Emma, show yourself!” Chills ran down her spine when she heard Simon‘s voice coming from the other side of the door. She knew far too well what kind of person Simon was. If she opened her door for him, he would empty this house of anything of value. This was why she never told Simon and Steven that she was back in the country. She dreaded them coming after her. She was afraid that they would demand more money from her, or worse, trade her off to the highest bidder. After all, they had done it before, and the trauma of it was still etched into her soul. Therefore, no matter how much Simon continued to curse at her, she remained quiet and did not open the door. Her silence only egged Simon into trying to take the moral high ground. “Emma, don‘t think you can get away with this just by keeping quiet! Shall I tell the world how cruelly you abandoned your father?” “Our father raised you, but you skipped out on him and now you‘re trying to avoid us still?” “Why didn‘t you go and visit him when you came back to the country, huh? Where‘s your conscience?” Emma had pulled an all–nighter so she was already dead tired, and compounded by Simon‘s relentless screaming, her head pounded. Simon accused her of not having a conscience, but was it not them who did not have one?

During her three–year marriage to Trevor, Simon and Steven had demanded ludicrous sums of money from him. If they had settled down and spent their money reasonably, the sum they got from Trevor would have set them up for life. It would have even been enough for them to save that dying company of theirs. Last year, she had also given them a huge sum of money. It was all the money she had earned through her work as a screenwriter; money she worked hard for, and had not been willing to spend a single penny of. Despite all this, Simon was still here complaining that she did not provide for her father. How else was she supposed to provide for him? Emma had shrunk into her chair as her eyes reddened. She felt aggrieved. Simon‘s ceaseless shouting had disturbed the neighbors, so Emma called the police without giving it a second thought. When the police arrived, she had to open the door for them, but she did not expect that Simon would ignore the police‘s warnings and rush over to kick her. His kick landed on her waist and she broke out in cold sweat from the pain. She had crumpled to the ground earlier largely because she no longer had any strength left in her to keep her upright. Even so, Trevor forced her to get up and go over to the couch, so it was unsurprising that she ended up fainting Outside the apartment, Cerys bade the police to keep today‘s events a secret before seeing them off courteously. She was just about to head back up when she saw Trevor sprinting over with Emma in his arms. “Bring the car over and head to the hospital at once!” Trevor instructed in a rush. Cerys could see that Emma‘s face was colorless, so she complied immediately. She rushed to the car which soon sped off toward the nearest hospital. Trevor had climbed into the back seat of the car with Emma in his arms, and now, his eyes were fixed on Emma‘s ashen face.

A few moments later, he instructed Cerys gravely, “Ask Cyrus to investigate and see who it was that told Simon about Emma‘s return.” Emma had been back in the country for quite some time now and Simon and Steven had no idea all along, so how did Simon find out about it, and right at this juncture too?