Chapter 8: Farewell
Standing in her way was Ruben Murphy, Sarah’s father.
“Mr. Murphy, I’m truly just here to deliver something. I’ll leave immediately and won’t disturb anyone!” Emilia’s voice trembled faintly.
A cruel glint flashed in Ruben’s eyes.
“Emilia, your father caused Mr. Stewart’s father’s death and nearly bankrupted the Stewart Group. How do you have the audacity to show up here?” [
“I know you and Mr. Stewart had some history, but today is my daughter and Mr. Stewart’s engagement party. For you to come here and deliberately ruin it–what a venomous heart you have!” |
The surrounding guests closed in, cutting off Emilia’s escape route.
“She’s living comfortably in Mr. Stewart’s house, despite being the daughter of the man who killed his father? Mr. Stewart is far too kind. Someone like her should be thrown out on the streets!”
“John nearly cost us our jobs back then, and now his daughter is here to sabotage the wedding. Like father, like daughter.”
“She should’ve been locked up with her criminal father! Why is she even still around?”
The flood of insults drowned Emilia, leaving her clutching the tie box tightly as her body trembled. She couldn’t muster a single word in response.
If going to prison would mean she could see her father one more time, she wouldn’t hesitate. [
“What should we do with her, Mr. Murphy? Call the police and have her arrested?” someone suggested.
Ruben sneered, looking down at Emilia with disdain. “I’m not an unreasonable man. All you need to do is bow to my daughter, apologize, and promise never to appear in front of Mr. Stewart again. Do that, and I’ll let you go.” I
Emilia stopped trembling. The demand was so simple it seemed unbelievable. I
She hadn’t planned on seeing Timothy again anyway.
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Turning to Sarah, Emilia gave a deep bow and spoke firmly, enunciating each word. [
“Miss Murphy. I overstepped in having improper thoughts about Mr. Stewart in the past. From this moment on, I will never appear before you or Mr. Stewart again. I wish you and Mr. Stewart a lifetime of happiness and an early arrival of children.”
Her tone was resolute, sincere, leaving no room for doubt. []
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In the crowd, a man’s gaze flickered with a trace of inexplicable sadness.
“Emilia, who told you to come here?” The man stepped forward, breaking through the crowd–it was Timothy.
Emilia looked up at him, his tailored suit sharp and his presence commanding. She replied calmly, “Miss Murphy asked me to bring you a tie.” 0
“Timothy, I don’t know what she’s talking about. I never told her to bring anything.” Sarah said innocently, her expression full of feigned confusion.
Timothy’s brows furrowed deeply. “Emilia, you’re out of line! You came here on your own, and now you’re lying without so much as a blush. You’re just like your father
“Go home immediately! And until I say otherwise, don’t take a single step outside that house!”
Emilia looked at Timothy. He always knew how to strike where it hurt most.
But now, she no longer felt the pain. []
A faint smile touched her lips. “As you wish, Mr. Stewart.”
The last three days at the Stewart household passed quietly. Timothy didn’t return even once.
On the day her visa was finalized, Emilia packed a small suitcase with her few belongings.
Everything that had once reminded her of Timothy had already been reduced to ashes, leaving no trace behind. []
Taking advantage of Bob’s absence, Emilia slipped out of the house unnoticed.
She turned back one last time to look at the villa where she had spent the past three years and whispered, “Goodbye, Timothy. Forever.”
Then she boarded a flight to Paris.
