Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold
"You'd better ask Emma. I'm an elder. It's not hard for you, but your parents can't see what you do, let alone me?" Sophia said with a look of disdain before walking into the kitchen.
Isabella couldn't lift her head. She lowered her gaze to Emma and whispered, "I'm sorry, cousin..."
At this point, no matter how angry or embarrassed she felt, it was meaningless. Besides, she no longer had any feelings for Noah or Isabella. All she wanted was to not be disturbed by these matters anymore.
Emma put down the things in her hands and looked at her with a serious, calm expression. "If you have something to say, say it. If you don't, you can leave. You don't have to apologize. You tell me you're sorry. If I don't accept it, it doesn't matter. It's still my fault. Besides, what does it matter if I don't forgive you now? I'm married. What you do has nothing to do with me."
Before coming, Isabella had imagined countless versions of Emma's reaction. She might be furious, sarcastic, or even refuse to let her in.
But now, she realized she was wrong. Instead of being upset, Emma seemed completely indifferent.
Thinking about this, Isabella couldn't lift her head in shame. "Cousin, please don't hate me. Go see Noah. He's in the hospital now. He's seriously injured and hasn't eaten or drunk anything all day. I have no choice but to come to you. Can you help me just this once? I really love him. I can't live without him..." As she spoke, Isabella burst into tears, even startling Sophia and James in the kitchen.
Seriously injured?
Was that the day Liam hurt him?
Emma frowned. She was so tense she didn't know what to say.
She didn't want to see things like this.
But seeing Noah again? She certainly didn't want that. The disgusting things he did to her last time had pushed Emma to the edge of despair.
In the end, she had let herself die. And in the end, she realized Noah was just like every other man.
The last bit of feeling she had left was destroyed by Noah himself.
So now, she didn't love him, hate him, or resent him.
This was the best outcome. At least for Emma, seeing someone clearly was more important than hating them.
Olivia saw that Emma wasn't speaking. She couldn't take it anymore. She got up and pushed Isabella toward the door. "Is it over? Just leave. No one here wants to see you. Isabella, I find you so shameless. You can block a bullet, right? Your own man won't eat or drink. What does that have to do with our Emma? Back then, when you two were together, Emma was crying at home. She didn't eat or drink either. Did either of you think to comfort her? I find you don't even have a heart. You feel pain and love for everyone in the world, but everyone else is just wood to you. It's a waste of saliva talking to you. Get out of here before I do something."
Olivia's violent temper was the black belt in her Taekwondo. She said what she meant, and she was more aggressive than a man.
Isabella didn't move. She stood in the same spot, looking pitifully at Emma. "Cousin, I beg you. Persuade him, okay? I was wrong. Can't I kneel for you?" With that, Isabella plopped down and knelt at Emma's feet.
This move surprised Emma. The usually arrogant Isabella, who never put anyone in her eyes, was actually kneeling for Noah?
At this moment, James couldn't stand it anymore. He came to pull Isabella up and looked at Emma earnestly. "Emma, Dad thinks this matter is over. Isabella is also your cousin. You can see she was young and ignorant. She made a mistake occasionally. Forgive her. Who hasn't made a mistake?"
When Isabella saw someone speaking for her, she was moved and sobbed, "Uncle... I'm sorry. I really know I'm wrong... Wuwuwu..."
Olivia saw that the scene was completely out of control. She felt helpless. Now, Emma was so kind, she must agree.
As expected, Emma paused for a moment, then slowly said, "You go back. Tell him to take good care of himself. I'll see him in a few days."
"Cousin... Thank you..."
Isabella bowed deeply, looked gratefully at James and Sophia, and then walked out of the Johnson home.
As soon as she got into the elevator, she took out a tissue and dried the tears on her face. The tissue in her hand was immediately crumpled into a ball.
"I knew you were as soft-hearted as your uncle..." Olivia said angrily. "If she loves to kneel, let her kneel. No one forced her."
James looked at the stubborn girl and pretended to be angry. "Olivia, are you saying I'm too soft-hearted?"
"Uncle, men and women don't see things the same way. How can we forgive things like this? Right, Auntie?" Olivia helplessly looked at Sophia. At this time, only she would support her view.
"Yes, you're right about everything. Their father and daughter are just too soft-hearted. These days... people who are good are easily bullied." Sophia came over and hugged Olivia's shoulder. She said kindly, "Let's go, girl. Let's have dinner. It's over."
"Yes, Mom." Olivia was shameless at first. They were so close. She had long regarded Emma's parents as her own. So this sentence, calling her "Mom," made Sophia happy.
Emma looked blankly at James. She opened her mouth but couldn't say a word.
It felt like she would never be favored in this family. When Liam came, her parents liked to face him. Now that Olivia came, she didn't even have her mother.
Damn it!
All day long, Liam didn't call her. Usually, if she came home a little late, Liam would show his face. Today, Emma stayed at her mother's house until nearly 10 o'clock, but her phone didn't ring?
Emma sat in a taxi and made a phone call.
After a while, the phone was answered. Emma said, "What are you doing? Are you home?"
"No, I'm still in the company. What's the matter?" Liam's tired voice came slowly through the phone.
"What time are you going to arrive? Have you had dinner yet?"
Are you still working overtime now? So hard...