At midnight, Pear Cottage was pitch black, with only the master bedroom still lit.
Robert waved his hand, and the attendant holding the lantern blew out the candle and quietly retreated to the corner of the wall.
Emily was soaking in the warm water, slowly closed her eyes, and hummed the childrens song she loved the most when she was a child: Moonlight, bright and bright, open the back door, the loquats are yellow. How can loquats not spit out bones, how can parents not love their children!
She touched her abdomen with her hand, and her heart was desolate.
How can parents not love their children? But her child was killed by her own father. And she is about to be expelled from the Wilson mansion.
Tears finally couldnt help but slide into the water.
"What are you doing?" Emily was awakened by a panicked roar, and she was hugged out of the water from the waist.
She wiped the water from her face, and Robert in front of her was full of anger.
Just now, for a moment, Emily did have a trace of weakness, feeling that life was hopeless, and she really wanted to go with her mother.
Was he worried about himself just now? As soon as this thought came up, Emily immediately denied it in her heart. How could he care about himself, and he was about to be divorced, how dare he still wish. This man, there is no place for her in his heart.
She woke up and looked at Robert behind him, and said sarcastically, "Is the husband here to deliver the letter of divorce so early? Are you so eager that you cant wait for a night?"
The two looked at each other silently for a while, and Emily thought of the grievances she had suffered today, and suddenly felt sad. He clearly knew that she was framed, but he was indifferent. She picked up the inkstone on the desk and threw it out, "Get out!"
Anyway, she is going to be expelled from the house, why not be willful once?
Robert dodged his head, and the inkstone fell to the ground, splashing ink everywhere.
Robert dusted his clothes, his expression was hard to read, "Is this how the lady treats her savior?"
Emilys eyes were full of bitterness and unwillingness, "You know very well that I was framed, and you still treat me like this? After I am divorced, where else can I go? Its better to die early than late, and it has nothing to do with you."
The thin middle clothes were wet and pasted on the body, outlining a delicate figure, which made people think.
Robert sneered, "Your figure is indeed attractive. No wonder the second brother was almost fascinated by you. If you are sent to a brothel, you will definitely get a good price."
Emilys blood surged, and she bit her lips tightly, "Its a pity that your Wilson family is still a scholarly family, and you actually say such shameless words! I was once your wife."
She once cared about the person, compared her to the women in the brothel.
"Wife?" Robert was in a trance for a moment, and suddenly in front of his eyes appeared the shy appearance of Emily on the wedding night, when she was only fifteen years old.
He paused, and the words from his thin lips were full of malice, "Speaking of which, your Thompson family is also a famous family, but the daughters are still sold, right? A plaything that can be bought with money, whats the difference from the women in the brothel?"
Emilys thin face had lost its blood color, "You came here tonight just to humiliate me, to humiliate the Thompson family, right? The women of our Thompson family can be killed but not insulted. You might as well kill me now!"
"Kill you?" Roberts smile was cold, and there was a deep meaning in his eyes, "Killing you is too cheap for you. The suffering our Wilson family has suffered in the past must be repaid by your Thompson family in full."
The night wind was cold, and the despairing chill surged up. What did she do wrong to make him hate her so much.
"Before I kill you, your life is given by me." Robert seemed to see through her thoughts, "If you dare to die, I will bury the people of the Thompson family for you!" After that, he left.