Chapter 418 Help
Charles lay in the hospital bed, his face twisting with anger and disgust the moment he heard Phoenix's voice. He shook his head vigorously, making a guttural sound in his throat.
It was clear he didn't want her anywhere near him.
Phoenix's face showed a flicker of embarrassment, but she quickly forced a smile, her tone dripping with insincerity. "Dad, don't get upset. I'm here to help Emma take care of you."
Charles kept shaking his head, his eyes filled with resistance. He even lifted a trembling hand to point towards the door, signaling for Phoenix to leave.
Seeing this, Emma hurried over to soothe Charles, her voice gentle and concerned. "Grandpa, don't be angry. Mom means well. Please calm down."
Phoenix felt a surge of irritation at Charles's rejection, but she put on a pitiful expression. "Emma, since Dad doesn't want me here, I won't stay. But let me help you with some chores. You can't handle everything alone."
Emma nodded. "Thanks you."
Phoenix pretended to tidy up the room, but her eyes kept darting towards Emma's bag.
The documents must be in there. She needed to find a way to get them.
When Emma went to get some water, Phoenix quickly moved to the bag and started searching for the documents. Just as she touched the zipper, Emma's voice came from behind her. "Mom, what are you looking for?"
Phoenix's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly composed herself, forcing a smile. "I noticed your bag looked a bit dirty. I thought I'd clean it for you."
Emma smiled, her tone carrying a hint of suspicion. "Thanks, but I can handle it myself."
Relieved that Emma hadn't caught on, Phoenix decided it was best to leave. "I guess I'm not much help here. I'll head out. Call me if you need anything."
Emma nodded. "Okay, Mom. Take care."
Phoenix left the room, frustrated but determined. She hadn't succeeded this time, but she would find another opportunity.
Back at home, Phoenix waited. She sat on the living room couch, idly scrolling through her phone, her eyes frequently glancing at the door, ears straining for any sound of Emma returning. She was itching to get her hands on those documents.
It wasn't until evening that Emma finally came home.
As soon as Emma walked in, Phoenix jumped up from the couch, her face lighting up with a welcoming smile. "Emma, you're back! You must be exhausted. I made dinner and opened a bottle of wine. Let's have a drink together!"
Emma smiled wearily. "Thanks, Mom. I am pretty tired."
Phoenix quickly took Emma's bag. "All the more reason to relax. Come on, let's eat and have a drink."
Emma nodded. "Sure, thanks."
They sat at the dining table, where Phoenix had laid out a lavish meal and poured two glasses of wine. She handed one to Emma, smiling warmly. "Let's toast. You've been working so hard taking care of Dad, and I wish you the best of luck in your design competition!"
Emma clinked her glass with Phoenix's. "Thanks, Mom."
They dined and chatted, the atmosphere seemingly relaxed and pleasant. Phoenix kept refilling Emma's glass, urging her to drink more. "Emma, you've been so busy with work. You need to take care of yourself. Here, have another glass."
Emma didn't refuse, drinking glass after glass, her cheeks gradually flushing. She slowed her movements, her eyes becoming unfocused as if she were getting drunk.
Phoenix watched with satisfaction and thought, 'It looks like she's had enough. Time to make my move.' She feigned concern. "Emma, are you okay? Do you need to rest?"
Emma waved her hand. "I'm fine, just a little dizzy."
Phoenix seized the opportunity. "Why don't you lie down on the couch for a bit? I'll clean up."
Emma nodded, wobbling to the couch and lying down, her eyes half-closed as if she were about to lose consciousness from intoxication.
Phoenix was thrilled. She ignored the dishes and quietly approached Emma's bag, carefully opening it to search for the documents. She moved quickly and quietly, not wanting to wake Emma.
But Emma wasn't really drunk. She watched Phoenix through slitted eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Phoenix finally found the documents and was about to take them when Emma suddenly sat up, slurring her words. "I'm so dizzy! Where's my bag?" She staggered to her feet, grabbing Phoenix's wrist, her eyes unfocused. "Mom, what are you doing?"
Phoenix was startled, quickly hiding the documents behind her back, forcing a nervous smile. "Emma, you're drunk. I was just organizing your bag."
Emma pretended not to hear, snatching the documents from Phoenix's hand. "These are mine. You can't take them!" She clutched the documents and stumbled towards her bedroom, moving slowly as if giving Phoenix time to react.
Phoenix stood there, seething with rage, her fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. "Emma, you bitch, how dare you trick me!" She silently vowed to herself, 'I'll get those documents tonight, no matter what!'
Just then, the electronic lock beeped, and George walked in.
He saw Scarlett standing in the living room and frowned slightly.
Phoenix felt a pang of hurt at George's coldness but forced a smile. "George, you're back. I was just helping Emma. She's had a bit too much to drink."
George ignored her, heading straight to the bedroom, his tone impatient. "Mom, you should get some rest."
Phoenix watched him go, feeling a mix of bitterness and determination. She would wait for another chance.
George entered the bedroom and saw Emma lying on the bed, clutching the documents, her face flushed and eyes hazy. He sat beside her, his voice gentle. "Emma, did you drink too much?"
Emma opened her eyes, her voice soft and sweet. "George, you're home." She reached out, lightly gripping his sleeve, her eyes filled with affection.
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