Chapter 3: Sarah’s Birthday Party
After leaving the house, Emilia first went to the embassy to submit her visa application. The staff informed her it would take about two weeks to process.
went to the crematorium to collect John’s ashes.
Next, she w
The father who had once cherished her like a treasure was now reduced to a small, unassuming box.
She couldn’t help but wonder–during his final moments, had he been worrying about his only daughter?
From now on, Emilia was alone in this world, with no family left. ]
At the cemetery, Emilia buried her father’s ashes alongside her mother’s. Two small boxes now held the people who had once loved her the most.
“Mom, you won’t be lonely anymore down there.” Emilia murmured.
Her mother had passed away in a car accident when she was just ten years old. Her father, fearing she might suffer, never remarried.
She remembered Timothy wiping her tears with his small hands as she sobbed uncontrollably at her mother’s funeral. “Emilia, don’t cry. You still have me. I’ll protect you for the rest of my life!”
Back then, Emilia had believed him. She had believed it would truly last a lifetime.
When she returned to the Stewart household, Timothy and Sarah were both home.
Timothy immediately noticed Emilia’s red, swollen eyes. “Go wash your face. Look at yourself–what kind of state are you in?” he said coldly.
Sarah’s expression briefly showed a hint of displeasure, but she quickly returned to her sweet, gentle demeanor. “Timothy, tomorrow is my birthday party. Why don’t we invite Emilia to join us?”
Timothy frowned, “Why would we bring a maid?]
Sarah nestled into Timothy’s arms with a soft, coquettish smile. “It’s mostly our university friends coming. It’d be nice to catch up, and I’m sure Emilia would love to see them too.”
Emilia wanted to decline, but her opinion didn’t matter here.
Tunothy eventually agreed to Sarali’s suggestion.
On the day of the birthday party, the three of them arrived at the hotel together, forming a strange trio. []
Even though Timothy had already announced his relationship with Sarah on social media, seeing them together in person was a whole different experience for their former classmates.
Sarah clung to Timothy’s arm like a delicate bird, exuding charm, while Emilia–once bright and outgoing–now followed them like a servant, her head lowered.
A few classmates exchanged knowing glances. They quickly caught on to Sarah’s intentions in bringing Emilia along.
With exaggerated enthusiasm, they swarmed around Sarah, calling her “sister–in–law at every opportunity.
It wasn’t just about currying favor with Sarah–it was about ingratiating themselves with the Stewart family. For a conglomerate of their stature, even the crumbs that fell from their table could sustain others for a lifetime.
Sarah gracefully played her part, smiling and greeting everyone like a queen.
Suddenly, one classmate let out a loud exclamation. “Well, well, isn’t this Emilia?” |
“I thought you and Mr. Stewart broke up. Why are you shamelessly tagging along? Mr. Stewart has Sarah now–just give up already. You’ve got no chance.”
Sarah raised her hand with a smile, signaling for silence.
The Parker and Stewart families go way back,” she explained gently. “Timothy felt sorry for her since she’s an orphan and let her stay on as a maid at the Stewart house so he could take care of her.”
“Sarah, you’re so kind, treating your boyfriend’s ex so well. Mr. Stewart, you’re lucky to have such a wife!”
Another classmate chimed in mockingly. “Looks like we won’t need waitstaff today. The maid can serve us instead. Hey, come over and fill my glass!”
Timothy remained silent, his indifference palpable.
Emilia bit her lip. With her departure imminent, she didn’t want to cause unnecessary trouble,
Quietly, she picked up a wine bottle and walked over to pour a drink.
As she poured, the classmate suddenly bumped into her whether accidentally or on purpose was unclear. Emilia lost her balance, and the bottle slipped from her hands, shattering on the floor as red wine spread across the tiles.
The classmate shot up from his seat, his face livid. “What the hell is wrong with you? Can’t you even pour a drink properly? This outfit is custom–made–worth 100,000 yuan! Can you afford to pay for ir
I’m sorry. It wasn’t intentional,” Emilia whispered.
“Sorry” isn’t enough! If you don’t compensate me, I won’t let this slider
