The grip on her neck was becoming unbearable; Emily could barely breathe and began to see her life flash before her eyes.
She fought with all her might until she finally managed to break free. Distraught, she backed away to the wall and stared at him in fear. Roberts, on the other hand, was as calm as if nothing had happened. His gaze then descended to her stomach and grew cold, his expression cruel. "You'd better pray there's no baby in your belly, or I'll have to get rid of it in the cruelest way possible." Terrified, Emily grabbed her stomach with her hands and looked away. Her neck still hurt, and she began to cough. It was then that she realized Jason hadn't lied about it... Roberts was ruthless! She felt it would be best to explain things to him as soon as possible, but she didn't have the courage to do so. As sincere as her intentions were, her husband would never believe that she had broken up with Jason and had changed her mind about her plan. Roberts's gaze remained fixed on her until he eventually lost patience. "Get out of here, and don't ever appear before me again!" Upon hearing him, Emily immediately set off and left. In the hallway, she ran into a suited man with a warm smile, but she didn't pay much attention to him. Not wanting to stay there for another second, she averted her gaze, apologized, and then ran off. Clark Silence entered the room and found Roberts staring in the direction of the woman. Without asking any questions, the newcomer immediately understood that the girl he had just met in the hallway must be his boss's new wife. Although he was intrigued by it, he didn't think to ask Roberts anything, as he knew he was upset. With a professional greeting, he approached him and proceeded to hand him a document. "The doctor said you're doing very well, sir... It seems you'll be in top shape after some therapy sessions." Clark scratched his head and added hesitantly, "As ordered, the doctor has given your family a bad prognosis... I suppose they will now take the opportunity to harm you, sir. How would you like to handle this matter?" Roberts's lips curled into a smile as he looked at his assistant. "There's no need to worry too much... I want to see everyone fall into my trap." Clark adjusted his glasses and added, "Is Miss Parker also one of your targets?" "You're asking too many questions, Clark; you'd better take care of your own business," Roberts scolded him. The assistant tensed up immediately and lowered his head. "Anyway, I want you to investigate Emily, I want to know everything about her!" he ordered coldly. Clark nodded. "As you command, sir." After leaving the patient's room, Emily went to talk to the housekeeper, Judy Kelly, and asked her to prepare a room for her to stay in. Judy was a middle-aged, chubby, kind-hearted woman. Aware of how upset the girl was, she approached her, grabbed her hands, and said calmly, "I understand that you may have difficulties adjusting to your new position as Mrs. Roberts Wilson... But don't lose hope with him, he has just regained consciousness, just give him some time. I'm sure he'll grow fond of you soon." Although Emily didn't believe that Roberts could harbor good feelings for her, she politely nodded but insisted on sleeping in her own room. Once the room was ready, she lay down on the bed to rest. Unfortunately, she couldn't sleep a wink, as worries about her future plagued her. The initial plan was to be married only on paper, as Roberts was supposed to be in his last days. She never imagined that he would suddenly wake up and insist on divorcing her. The idea of being thrown back onto the street depressed her, and as she didn't want to think about it, she decided to go online to entertain herself. Unfortunately, the first news she found only upset her more. It was an advertisement for the latest auction in Ivebridge. One of the items caught her attention, it was a necklace that had belonged to her late mother!Emily Parker was sitting in a hotel room, looking immaculate with her makeup and adorned in a snow-white wedding dress. It was her wedding day, but there was no sign of the groom anywhere. In her hand, she held two documents—one was a consent form for artificial insemination, and the other was a confidentiality agreement. The first document stated that the artificial insemination would take place the next day. Beside her, the Wilson family lawyer was waiting for her to sign the documents. The father of her future child would be Roberts Wilson, the groom of the wedding and the heir of the Wilson family. Their wedding was supposed to be the event of the century, but fate had other plans for them. Three months earlier, Roberts had been seriously injured in a car accident, and the prognosis for him was not good. "Miss Parker, please, you need to sign them as soon as possible," urged the lawyer, with an expressionless face and a hint of impatience in his voice. The Wilson family was one
Jason immediately left, leaving Emily alone and confused. What had happened to that man? Had Roberts woken up? She quickly turned around but noticed nothing unusual. Her husband was still lying in bed, his breathing as calm and steady as before. The only difference was that one of his hands was hanging outside the quilt. Emily stared at Roberts's limp hand for a while, which probably fell when she bumped into the door frame trying to avoid Jason. "Roberts?" she called cautiously, but he didn't respond. Then she leaned in a bit and raised her voice, "Hey, Roberts!" But he still didn't respond. Emily swallowed hard, slowly walked to the bed, and carefully took his hand, tucking it back under the quilt. Roberts didn't move a muscle, which relieved her. He was still in a coma. Perhaps Jason had just hallucinated from being so drunk. Emily sighed with relief. The room returned to its usual silence, but her heart was still pounding. For some unknown reason, she was afraid that Robert
Impossible! Roberts was awake!The mere idea left Emily and Jason dumbfounded.When the latter recovered, his face turned somber, and he gripped Emily's arm tightly. "You lied to me, didn't you? What I saw last night wasn't an illusion... Roberts really regained consciousness, didn't he? Oh, now I understand... That's why you suddenly turned against me!"Since the man had already reached a conclusion, Emily didn't bother to explain anything. She simply shrugged off his grip and walked away with the servant.Jason, on the other hand, was furious. He had wanted to hit her, but he didn't dare. Standing in the middle of the garden, he watched the girl's figure until she disappeared from his sight. Frustrated, he angrily kicked a nearby pot.The Wilson family residence was a palatial complex with several buildings surrounded by flower gardens. Roberts lived in a small mansion on its own, close to the main garden. The air there was pure and well-lit, surrounded by bamboo and very peaceful
Emily was left speechless when she heard Roberts's question. She couldn't even begin to process it. Miller, beside her, became furious. "What the hell are you talking about, Roberts? The baby she's carrying is an Wilson!" "So what? Aren't there enough descendants in this family already? No matter how much you insist on keeping it, I have a thousand ways to get rid of it." Roberts didn't hesitate for a second, and every word he said was like a bolt for Emily. Terrified, she began to sweat cold and clutched her stomach. "Damn it!" Miller growled. "How dare you defy me like this? Have you forgotten that I'm your father?" But the young man just smiled sarcastically. "Did I hear correctly? Oh, please, Miller, you don't deserve to be called my father." In a fit of resentment, Miller knocked over the crystal lamp on the nightstand. Growing more frightened, Emily stepped back and even wanted to leave the room, as things were getting out of control. Although his father was furious, Rob