Chapter 142 A Family of Three
"Do you guys know each other?" Emma asked, acting all surprised.
"Yeah, let me introduce him. He's my uncle," George said, clearly annoyed.
"Yep, we're all part of the Russell family," Michael said with a warm smile.
"Wow, what a coincidence," Emma said, pretending to be shocked. "Of course, you both have the last name Russell. How did I not catch that earlier?"
She playfully shook Michael's arm and asked, "So you must know Emma too. Do I really look that much like her? Ever since I got to Lakeside Haven, everyone keeps mistaking me for her."
Michael gently stroked Emma's hair and said, "No, you don't look alike at all. How could I mistake you for someone who's dead?"
Emma leaned her head on Michael's shoulder, and their sweet demeanor made everyone around them envious.
Seraphine stretched out her arms, standing on her tiptoes. "Daddy, I want a hug too."
Michael laughed and picked Seraphine up, holding her with one arm and wrapping the other around Emma.
The family of three snuggled together, warm and sweet. It made George's eyes turn red with jealousy. Their happiness was like a needle piercing not only his eyes but also his heart.
Suddenly, Seraphine seemed to remember something and insisted on getting down.
She rummaged through her little backpack and pulled out a drawing, her eyes shining with excitement. "Mommy, today I drew the ocean and a cute little dolphin at kindergarten."
Michael and Emma took Seraphine's drawing together. It had some bold blue lines, presumably representing the ocean.
Next to it were some thick black lines, which were probably the dolphins Seraphine mentioned.
Although the drawing was rough and abstract, Michael still smiled proudly at Seraphine's creation. "That's amazing! Seraphine is definitely going to grow up to be a great artist."
Emma lightly punched his shoulder, and Michael widened his eyes, acting playfully.
"Isn't Seraphine's drawing good?"
"Yes, it's very good and amazing," Emma sincerely praised.
For a kid this age, being able to draw on paper instead of on themselves or the walls was already quite an achievement.
After speaking, Emma detached herself from Michael's embrace. She took out the strawberry milkshake and snacks she had prepared from the counter.
Seraphine's eyes lit up immediately. "This looks delicious; thank you, Mommy!"
She cheered, her excitement palpable as she eagerly reached for the milkshake. They sat on the bench in the store, enjoying this sweet afternoon time.
As Seraphine ate her snacks, she told Emma and Michael about the fun things at school, though she was too young to make her stories somewhat illogical. Michael and Emma listened attentively, occasionally laughing, creating a very warm atmosphere.
"Can we go to the park today?" Seraphine looked up, her eyes filled with longing as she looked at Emma and Michael.
"Of course, Seraphine! We can fly kites together!" Emma immediately agreed.
"Great!" Seraphine jumped up excitedly, grabbing Emma's and Michael's hands, ready to dash to the car.
But after a few steps, she suddenly stopped. She turned to look at George and stammered about Lucas coming to school to find her that afternoon.
At just 3 years old, Seraphine couldn't fully explain what happened. But even so, everyone present could roughly guess that Anna intended to use Lucas to take Seraphine away.
Emma's hatred for Anna hit its peak at that moment. Since Anna wasn't here, George would have to take the heat for her.
Emma's brow furrowed slightly. She put down her cup, stood up, and stared directly at George. "George, you better control your fiancée Anna. I want you to understand that I don't want to see you again, nor do I want to get involved in your relationship."
George was taken aback, clearly not expecting Emma to be so direct. But he quickly regained his composure. "She's no longer my fiancée."
"That's your business," Emma interrupted, her tone firm and unyielding. "I don't want to be disturbed by you anymore."
She was drawing a clear line. George's expression changed slightly.
"And tell Anna, I don't want to compete with her for you. I have a boyfriend, and he's much better than you." Emma's eyes flashed with coldness, her disdain for George growing more apparent.
"What did you say?" George asked. He couldn't believe that Emma was actually trying to drive him away and sever ties with him.
"Say that again!" George's emotions suddenly flared up. He suddenly wanted to grab her and force her to change her mind. He took a step forward, reaching out to grab Emma's wrist.
Emma felt a wave of panic and quickly stepped back, avoiding his hand. As he tried to make another move, Michael stepped forward, blocking George.
"Didn't you understand? Even if she says it again, it's still to tell you to leave." Michael's strong, broad chest seemed to form an invisible barrier for Emma.
"I just want to make clear who she is." George's emotions grew more intense, his voice rising. "She's Emma, isn't she? This name is just a lie!"
"She has always been Isabella. I believe she has made that very clear," Michael said, his gaze icy and unyielding. "You should respect her choice."
"Respect?" George's voice was filled with anger, as if challenging Michael's limits. "My wife is dead, and now there's someone who looks exactly like her by your side. You're talking to me about respect! Who's really being disrespectful here?"
"You know very well who caused Emma's death," Michael said coldly, staring at George.
At this moment, Emma gently patted Michael's shoulder, signaling him not to be angry. She then stood in front of Michael, facing George.
"I'm not Emma. I have my own life, and I don't want to be entangled in your affairs. You guys make me sick," Emma said clearly and firmly, not backing down. "Is that clear enough?"
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