Emma Johnson had no other thought in her mind. She simply wanted to hold him. A thousand words were trapped inside her chest, but in the end, no expression could convey her heart better than this embrace.
Her mind was completely blank. Liam Williams could be cold, angry, or overbearing. But at this moment, all she felt was this man's sense of responsibility and his wisdom.
Without him, what would have happened to her?
Liam's body stiffened. He felt her face pressed against his chest, her small frame trembling slightly.
She was hugging him?
Liam's dim eyes began to brighten. His heart, which had been frozen solid, seemed to come back to life, starting to beat with warmth.
He reached out and gently touched the hair on the back of Emma's head, his voice unusually soft. "It's okay. Go inside."
Emma nodded. Then she let go and walked in.
She pushed open the door and saw Emilia Clark's body covered in tubes. Her nose stung with emotion as she quietly approached her. "Emilia, you scared me to death. How are you feeling now?"
"I'm fine, Emma. Were you scared? I was lucky. It's nothing serious." Emilia forced a weak smile onto her pale face. To keep her mother and Emma from worrying, she endured the pain throughout her body and squeezed out a smile that looked more like crying.
"Aunt Susan, I'm so sorry... Because of my recklessness, I caused you trouble." Emma said with guilt.
"As long as my daughter is okay. Miss Emma, you don't have to blame yourself too much." Susan Clark was a reasonable person. It wasn't the right time to say anything more.
After all, she was the one who had asked Emma for help in the first place.
"Mom, it was all my idea. Don't blame Emma, okay?" Emilia saw that her mother's expression was still a bit off and said coquettishly, "I felt suffocated staying in the hospital all day, so I pestered Emma to take me out. It was my fault for being willful."
Susan had been slightly blaming Emma, but now, thinking about it, this daughter of hers was really a handful.
There was no point in staying angry.
Just then, the doctor who had drawn blood earlier came in with the medical records. "Is Emilia Clark's family here?"
Susan turned around, nodded, and asked with concern, "Doctor, what's wrong with my daughter?"
"Fortunately, she was brought in on time. Otherwise, she would have lost too much blood and her life would have been in danger. But now, you can go through the discharge procedures and transfer her to a general ward after a few days of observation."
"Yes, I understand. Thank you, doctor. I'll go right now."
Emilia's situation had been critical. Liam and Emma stayed at the hospital until very late.
It was almost ten o'clock when they got home.
As soon as Emma entered the door, she ran to the kitchen, grabbed three large cartons of milk, handed them to Liam, and pushed him down onto the sofa in the living room. "You need to finish all of these tonight. You have to make up for all that blood you lost."
Blood?
When the servants heard this, they started to get nervous. The butler hurried to Liam's side and said anxiously, "Young master, is that so? How could you have given blood?"
"I'm fine. It's getting late. Go and rest." Liam's head was starting to ache, and his eyes were growing tired. It seemed that no matter how strong a man was, he couldn't withstand this kind of torture.
"I'll go upstairs and run a bath for you first. After you drink this, take a hot bath and get some good rest, okay? Liam."
Back at the hospital, she hadn't felt awkward, but on the way home, Emma sobered up a bit. Weren't they still in the middle of a cold war?
How could she have taken the initiative like that just now?
Emma thought about that warm embrace, blushed, and went upstairs.
Liam's eyes had been fixed on Emma's petite figure until she disappeared at the top of the stairs. He still stared in that direction.
His mind was a little confused. All her images flashed through his mind...
The first time he saw her, he just thought Emma was naive and easy to fool.
After they got married, he found that she was as timid as a mouse, but she had a sharp tongue.
After listening to what Alexander Wilson said yesterday, Liam's heart had gone cold. Emma was probably a clever girl with extraordinary acting skills.
But what did he see today?
She was just a simple girl, weak and kind, with no strength to even tie up a chicken.
Liam rubbed his temples painfully, leaned back on the sofa, and closed his eyes.
Emma Johnson, Emma Johnson... Which one is the real you?
"Why? Where is the young lady..." Just as Liam was lost in thought, Charlotte Harris ran to the stairs with a box and found that Emma was no longer in the living room.
Liam opened his eyes and was about to say that she had already gone upstairs...
But before he could speak, he caught sight of the box in Charlotte's hand.
A box? Liam became a little alert. With a man's sixth sense, he probably guessed something.
"What do you have in your hand?" His deep, hoarse voice suddenly rang out in the spacious living room.
Charlotte was startled. She looked at the box, then at Liam, and walked up to him, saying respectfully, "Young master, this is a gift box that was delivered during the day. It's a gift for the young lady. The box has already been opened..."
Charlotte carefully placed the box on the coffee table and said curiously, "It must be a gift, and the packaging is very nice."
Liam felt a little uneasy. What kind of gift?
He wanted to see who it was from.
What gift did they give her?
With that thought, he reached out and opened the box.
He opened it and took a look... It was a light pink evening gown?
"Oh my God! This dress is beautiful, young master. Did you give it to her? It's so beautiful. The young lady will look stunning in it." Charlotte didn't notice Liam's cold expression and said a little too enthusiastically, "At tomorrow's press conference, if the young lady wears this dress, she'll definitely amaze everyone!"
Liam suddenly raised his eyes, cold and murderous, glaring at her fiercely. The atmosphere around them immediately became tense.
Charlotte was shocked to see that she had said too much and immediately shut her mouth.
Liam threw the dress aside carelessly. As he was about to go upstairs, he immediately spotted a note in the box.
He seemed to have exhausted all his patience and tolerance. His eyes darkened as he reached out and slowly opened the note: I knew you would like it. You must accept this dress. There's no other meaning. I hope we can go back to the way things were.
A few short sentences. Isabella Miller didn't sign her name.
So when Liam saw the sudden gift and the ambiguous anonymous message, his head exploded.
The first person that came to his mind was Elijah Clark. He had given her a bracelet a few days ago, and now this... Sending a dress right in front of him?
And what did she mean by "go back to the way things were"?
Like when they were young?
No way!
Emma Johnson, what does she take him for?
When she's in trouble, the first person she thinks of is him, but clearly, she's pretending to be someone else...
Liam felt his blood boil and his brain buzz. What had he done?
Before receiving her call, he had been very angry, but he still couldn't bear to refuse her.
He was still doubting her identity, but he still tried his best to use all his connections to help her escape...
In the end, he was just humiliating himself.