Emily Thompson leaned against the wall outside the study, her head feeling as if it had suddenly gained a thousand pounds. Her entire body swayed as if it could collapse at any moment.
So, she was not her fathers beloved daughter. Sarah Thompson was the apple of his eye.
So, her stepmothers kindness towards her over the past decade was nothing but an act.
So, Sarah Thompsons leap into the sea had been orchestrated, and she was nothing more than a scapegoat in their scheme.
So, everything was fake.
So, she was nothing at all.
Emily Thompson turned and went downstairs, but with each step, a dull pain shot through her chest, suffocating her. Her legs felt as if the bones had been removed, and she could only lean against the wall to make her way out.
This journey seemed as long as half a century.
What should she do? Was she to hand over her mothers mementos just like that?
No! There was another way! As long as she divorced Robert Mitchell, the will would not take effect!
She would not let that wicked couple succeed so easily!
She would not let them scheme so effortlessly.
Never!
Emily Thompson anxiously stood on the side of the road, hailing a taxi, but none stopped for her.
Watching the time slip away, she was about to miss the appointment with Robert Mitchell. The once clear sky suddenly darkened, and a torrential rain poured down. Emily Thompson couldnt find shelter, and in an instant, she was drenched.
The rain grew heavier, the wind stronger, blurring the entire world.
A warm stream flowed from her nostrils, and she frantically wiped it with a tissue, but the more she wiped, the more it flowed, like a spring that would slowly overflow even when blocked.
"Emily!" In the blur, she heard a familiar voice calling her name over and over.
Emily Thompson woke up in the hospital again. As she opened her eyes, she saw a familiar and sunny face. Surprised, she called out his name, "Michael Young?"
Michael Young was her college classmate, studying clinical medicine. He had gone abroad for further studies immediately after graduation. She never expected him to return.
"Its me," he said, understanding the question in her eyes.
"Thank you, Michael," Emily Thompson whispered.
"Fortunately, youre okay," Michael Young said, perhaps lost in memories of their college days. His usually calm eyes held a smile, but it was quickly covered by sadness.
He looked at Emily Thompson quietly, she was so beautiful, but why did fate treat her this way?
"Emily, does he know about your condition?" Michael Young asked.
Emily Thompson knew she couldnt hide her illness from him and said with a smile, "What difference would it make if he knows or not? Michael, I beg of you, keep this secret for me. I just want to enjoy my last days happily."
Michael Young sighed, unsure of what to say from his position.
He stood up and said, "Ill go get your test results."
Emily Thompson watched his back leave, feeling weighed down by worries. She had missed the appointment again, and with Robert Mitchells temperament, he must be furious.
She thought for a long time and finally dialed Robert Mitchells number.
The phone rang seven or eight times before it went through.
"Emily Thompson, it seems youre not only malicious but also shameless," the familiar mans voice was clear and piercing.
Emily Thompsons throat tightened, and she took a deep breath, saying, "I had something come up unexpectedly, and it wasnt intentional to not show up."
Robert Mitchell sneered, "I dont want to listen to your endless lies. Just say it!"
Emily Thompson knew her image in his eyes was probably unbearable to the extreme.
She looked at the bleak ward and decided to tell him nothing because even if he knew about it, he would only think that she was deceiving him again, and might even cheer about it...
"About the divorce, Ill go through with it, you dont have to worry about me backing out," Emily Thompson finally said just that.
On the other end of the phone, there was just a click, and Robert Mitchell hung up the phone directly.
Emily Thompson held the phone in her hand, and tears fell uncontrollably.
At that moment, there was a knock on the ward door.
She hastily wiped away her tears and said, "Come in."
Michael Young entered and saw her eyes were slightly red, and he gave her a smile.
"Is there a result?" Emily Thompson asked casually, but in fact, she didnt care about her life and death, just wanted to find a topic to distract Michael Young from other matters.
Michael Young knew that Emily Thompson was trying to change the subject, but he didnt want to expose her. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Do you know youre pregnant?"
Pregnant?
These two words completely stunned Emily Thompson.
Michael Young, in a complex mood, still said, "Emily, for your sake and for the child, this child can only be aborted. Your illness can no longer be delayed; you must receive treatment immediately."
Abort?
"No! Cant abort him," Emily Thompson reflexively replied.
This was her and Robert Mitchells child; how could it be aborted!
Emily Thompsons heart was a mixture of emotions, thinking about her impending death and the divorce with Robert Mitchell.
"Michael, I want to keep this child, even if it means my death!" Emily Thompson finally said firmly.
"Emily, I just heard outside the door that youre getting a divorce, right?" Michael Young knelt on one knee, grabbed Emily Thompsons hand, "Then let me take care of you from now on, okay?"
Emily Thompson was surprised to look up at Michael Young and whispered, "Im sorry..."
"Bang," the door of the ward was pushed open, and Robert Mitchell looked at the two people holding hands together, gnashing his teeth and saying, "Emily Thompson, I really underestimated you. Youd better not forget who your husband is right now!"
For five years, this was the first time Emily Thompson heard the word "wife" from Robert Mitchell.
She didnt know whether to be happy or to cry.
Emily Thompson pleaded to Michael Young, "We have some things to settle alone."
Michael Young hesitated for a long time but still left under Robert Mitchells fierce gaze.
Emily Thompson got off the hospital bed. She looked at Robert Mitchell with a wry smile, "Anyway, since youve seen it, I have nothing to say. Just right, you have your Sarah Thompson, and I have my Michael Young. Were even."
Emily Thompson was speaking, and her heart was bleeding. Such a vicious, lying, and cheating woman鈥擱obert Mitchell must be wishing her dead right now...
But all she wanted now was to divorce Robert Mitchell as soon as possible to protect all the efforts her mother had made during her lifetime.
Robert Mitchell looked at Emily Thompsons expression, eager to divorce, and for the first time, an inexplicable anger suddenly surged in his heart. He stepped closer, cornering Emily Thompson, "Emily Thompson, I think you said get married and get married, you said divorce and divorce, what position do you put me Robert Mitchell in?"