Chapter One Hundred and Eleven

Emma’s POV

“Oh my God,” I repeated, but slower this time as the realization really sunk in me.

He planned this.

Mr. Henderson planned this.

The bastard!

“Emma, you were not supposed to hear that,” Mr. Henderson spoke up as he cleared his throat and recovered from the shock of hearing my voice the first time. “Eavesdropping is rude”.

“It’s not eavesdropping if I was just about entering the room, is it?” I snapped back. “My goodness,” I scoffed as I took long strides toward where I was previously sitting at the dining table.

One thing and one thing only was on my mind.

I needed to get the hell out of this house.

“I’m leaving,” I said, shortly, as I picked up my purse and my phone from the table.

I contemplated picking up the gift Maria had presented me with because I didn’t see the need to have it anymore, but I eventually decided to take it along with me.

“This conversation is not over”, Mr. Henderson stated.

“As far as I’m concerned, it is,” I paused to answer him. “You want me to ha