Semua Bab MARRYING My FATHER-IN-LAW : Bab 251 - Bab 260

"I tried to talk to her," Rose continues, her voice filled with regret. "I tried to tell her to forget about it. You were pregnant now. The two of you were planning to get married. After the pregnancy, Emerson was clearly taken by you. He was in love with you, and it was so obvious. He doted on you. You were so happy, and there was no question about the two of you being in love, about being a family."She pauses, looking down at her hands as if replaying the events in her mind."I tried to tell Madeline to see that. I tried to tell her to give up on this competition with you. I tried to tell her to forget about Emerson. He obviously didn’t love her. I mean, if they had been dating all those years, and he’d never shown her how he felt about her, then he probably didn’t feel for her that way."I try to process her words, but a knot tightens in my stomach."She wouldn’t understand," Rose murmurs. "And that’s one of the reasons she started shutting me off. I kept telling her that she shou

I can't believe this, but I know that it is true. It had all been right there, right in front of my face. Madeline's love for Emerson was so obvious. And her hatred for me. There were so many times she showed me how she hated me. But I chose to ignore that. I chose to ignore the things that I hated about her. The things that irritated me about her. I chose to solve it to feel good. I chose to try and find a relationship with her. Because my relationship with my mother was dead. So I tried finding it in this woman. This person I thought I knew. She had shown her disdain for me from the start, And when she wanted to hush things down with me, I was so happy. I felt like I had gotten my mom back.But when I was thinking that, this woman was planning my death. She was planning my downfall. Mine. And she didn't even care about this baby. This poor baby hadn't done anything towards her. She is dangerous. Who does that? Who hates you so much and smiles on your f

"Okay, look, Mina," Emerson starts, his voice softer now, but still laced with hesitation. "I know that Madeline is attracted to me. I know she has this... thing for me. She used to think that we could become more, but I was always honest with her. I told her that nothing could ever happen between us."I cross my arms, staring at him. He’s still avoiding the real answer.He sighs. "I know she can be a little... intense sometimes. But she's not dangerous. Come on, Mina, you've known her for years. I've known her for years. She’s never done anything crazy before. To try and kill you? That’s just too much, don’t you think?"I nod, my throat tightening. "I know," I admit. "That’s why it was so hard for me to accept at first. But then Rose made sense. There is something there. There’s a reason I didn’t believe it wasn't Rose in the first place. There’s something about Madeline that’s off."His jaw clenches. "So... you do believe that it was Madeline who did this?"I look him in the eyes. "

"So, what do you want me to do, Mina?" Emerson asks, his voice tight with frustration. "What would you have me do when you say you don't want to go back home?"I take a deep breath, trying to keep my emotions in check. "For starters, you can start investigating her," I say firmly. "Find out if these allegations are true. Because if this poor girl is inside there and she didn’t do this, it’s not fair. She's still young. She still has a bright future ahead of her."" It’s not right to accuse someone if we don’t have all the facts." He stares at me, his expression conflicted. "And what if Madeline didn’t do it? What if we go accusing Madeline of all of this, and she had nothing to do with it? Think about how she’s been there for me, for you, for our family. She’s practically family now. If we accuse her of this, what will happen?"I shake my head. "So what do you want me to do? Go back into that house with a woman who wants to kill me?"

EmmersonI exhaled sharply, my patience thinning. “Let’s just go inside.”Without another word, I turned and walked back into the room. Eric followed behind me.The moment Rita saw him, her entire face lit up.“Eric,” she called softly, reaching for him.He forced a smile and moved toward her, taking her hand in his.Kristen was the one holding the baby. I turned to her. “Can I hold him?”She hesitated for a second before nodding and carefully placing the tiny bundle in my arms.The baby was small but chubby, wrapped snugly in a white hospital blanket. His face was peaceful, his tiny hands curled into fists. He was an adorable little thing, though, like most newborns, he had that same squishy, undefined look.I realized then that we had all held the baby before Eric had. The baby's father.“Eric,” I said, shifting the baby slightly. “Come take a look at your son.”He stepped closer, peering at the Babby. For a moment, I thought he was going to take him into his arms. But he didn’t.H