Holding the car key in his hand, he fixed his eyes on Emma's pale face.
"Are you hiding in the hospital after stirring up troubles?" Simon said coldly.
For such a father, Emma has nothing to say but felt bitterly disappointed.
She felt deeply wronged, then pulled the quilt over her head. Years of accumulated grievances seemed
to burst out at that moment.
The quilt was uncovered by Simon, and the white ceiling lamp was bright that Emma had nowhere to
hide.
Simon stared angrily at Emma who curled up on the hospital bed, and said angrily, "If it weren't for your
step mother who forced Kate to tell the truth, I really didn't know that you have a relationship with Ivan."
His voice was heavy with sarcasm, Emma slowly raised her head, "what do you want to say?"
Simon was furious, "why did you learning nothing but choose to be a shameless the other woman at
your young age?!"
"The other woman?"
Emma almost thought that there was something wrong with her own ears.
Simon said with certainty, which made her almost thought that she was the other woman who should
be scolded. But what about the facts?
Emma sneered, staring at her cold-blooded father, "who is the other woman, Kate or I?"
Simon was taken aback when he was asked, and turned to irritably opened his coat with arms akimbo,
then stared at her.
"I really didn't expect it! How did I educate you before? How could you be so shameless and call white
black and black white? Since Kate and Ivan have such a good relationship, do you think I am blind?"
She was bitterly disappointed with her father. At that moment, she suddenly didn't want to explain. In
Simon's eyes, she would always be a bad girl. Simon would choose to believe Kate when he saw her
grievance and helpless in her eyes, no matter what Emma said or did. What was the use of
explanations?
"Why don't you speak anymore? Do you approve tacitly?" Simon, blue in the face, looked scary.
Emma raised her small face and looked at him indifferently, "if you came to denounce me, then you
have finished your work. Can you go now?"
Simon turned around in anger, then turned back and pointed at her angrily, "you are the same with your
mother - stubborn!"
"How could an unfaithful man like you blame my mother?!" Emma finally became angry.
The taboo between them in these years was nothing more than that. Even if Emily passed away,
Emma still would not allow anyone to speak ill of her, especially her father who was unfaithful when her
mother have passed away not long ago!
Simon was trembling with anger but couldn't find a word to refute.
Emma still stared at him fiercely, "in those years, you passed off black as white and beat my mother
regardless of black and white. Don't think I don't know. You and Jessie were hiding in the study and
doing nasty things. Don't think I am not aware! Everyone believes that you were with her after my
mother passed away, but I am the only one knows what you did! Jessie is ungrateful, even not as good
as a dog. Am I wrong? If it wasn’t my mother who subsidized her to finish college, how could she have
today’s life?! But what did she do? Climbed onto your bed and seduced her benefactor’s husband. I
scolded her for ungratefulness, which was not enough to describe her sins!"
A crisp sound of slap seemed particularly abrupt in the ward.
Emma didn't hide, but suffered the slap herself.
After Simon slapped her face, he was stunned. He was nearly 50 years old but never thought he would
still be so impulsive.
Emma’s head was still held high, and stared at him with wide eyes. She was reluctant to show
weakness. Even if she wanted to cry, she held back her tears, "last time you hit me was because of
Jessie, this time again, it is for her. You can't tolerate me saying anything bad of her. I want to ask you,
have you ever cared about your daughter?"
"..."
"Don't turn the topic to your step mother, I know what kind of girl Kate is. I know her temperament very
well. But you, apart from causing troubles, what else have you done since you were a child? You lie all
the time, how can I trust you?!"
Emma didn't want to argue anymore. She closed her mouth, stared at the ceiling lamp above her head,
and didn't want to say a word anymore.
Simon saw that she was no longer arguing, he was less angry with a long face.
After a while, he said, "When you are discharged from the hospital, get out of here and back to the UK.
Kate and Ivan are about to get married. Don't show up in front of them to embarrass me."
After finishing his words, Simon turned and left the ward.
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In a private club.
Sean loosened his tie and watched Edward pour the bright red wine into the glass.
Handing the wine glass to Sean, Edward said with a smirk, "Sean, you suddenly called us out today, is
there a happy event to announce?"
These buddies who grew up with Edward knew without exception that Sean and Rachel were getting
married.
Sean didn't answer, but took the wine glass and sipped it, "France's PETRUS."
Edward, who was turned aside from the topic, was not so easy to give up. He snatched the wine glass
from Sean's hand and put it on the side table, "Sean, what kind of red wine have you never seen? Just
be honest with us. Let’s talk about it. Don’t be mild on the outside but wild on the inside. When is the
date? After all, you will marry the goddess who is in everyone’s minds, don’t you allow us some time to
accept the sad fact?"
Sean smiled, and the phone in the pocket of his trousers rang.
Edward glanced at Sean's mobile phone and rolled his eyes.
Sean got up, took his cell phone out , and walked out of the private room.
In the relatively quiet corridor, Sean answered the phone.
The nurse’s voice came from the other end of the phone.
"What's the matter?" Sean asked.
The nurse said, "Mr. Knight, I'm so sorry to disturb you at this late hour, but I think I really can't take the
job anymore at the hospital..."
Sean frowned.
The nurse continued, "I have cared for so many patients, and there is no one who has such a
temperament as Miss Powell. It's not that I’m choosy. It's really..."
"What are you trying to say?" Sean's tone was a little cold.
The nurse knew that she was too long-winded, and hurriedly said, "the story goes like this. After dinner,
I went to the water room to wash my lunch box. When I went back to the ward, I didn’t know what was
wrong with her. She picked up the pillow and threw it at me, then shouted to let me out. If I didn’t leave,
she would lose her temper and not allow me to disturb her. You know, I am a nursing assistant and my
job is to take care of the sick. She is even not allowed me to enter the ward at all. If anything happens,
I'm afraid I can't take this responsibility..."
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