Chapter 69 Cooking
"Emma, you're such a nosy pain in the ass," Anna sneered, her eyes practically rolling out of her head. "I don't want someone as dirty as you donating blood!"
"Even if I'm dirty, my blood can still save lives," Emma shot back, her face throbbing with pain. "You're her real daughter, and you won't even donate blood. Are you really that heartless?"
"Heartless? You're the cold-hearted bitch!" Anna's voice was sharp enough to cut glass, drawing everyone's attention.
"I'll donate blood to save her!" Emma declared, her courage flaring up. "Even if she hates me, I can't just watch her suffer!"
Anna laughed, her eyes full of scorn. "You're just an abandoned orphan. Who'd want your blood?"
Emma's eyes darkened with anger, and she raised her hand to slap Anna. But before she could, Anna grabbed her wrist. Just as Anna was about to strike back, she glanced behind Emma and pretended to be pushed, falling to the ground with a thud.
Damn it! Not again!
Emma instinctively followed Anna's gaze and saw Henry rushing over, looking worried.
"Anna, are you okay? Let me see," Henry quickly helped the "fallen" Anna up, checking her over.
Anna had already switched to her tearful, pitiful act. She weakly shook her head and clutched Henry's arm. "Dad, I'm fine. Don't blame Emma."
"Emma!" Henry's face was twisted with anger. "It's you again! You're unbelievably vicious! Not only do you keep targeting Anna, but you also cruelly hurt little Lucas. You're not even human! No wonder your real parents abandoned you. Someone as evil as you shouldn't exist in this world!"
The pain of being killed probably wouldn't be worse than this.
Emma's heart ached so much she could hardly breathe. It felt like her heart was being hammered. Each pang of pain was like a torment to her soul, making her feel incredibly lonely and helpless.
In this endless agony, Emma's heart seemed to be torn into countless pieces, bleeding profusely, yet no place to voice her pain. She could only endure silently, hoping for a glimmer of light to illuminate her heart, bringing warmth and comfort.
However, Henry was not her beacon of light; instead, he was the demon that brought her darkness.
Henry glared at Emma with a murderous look. "If it weren't for you taking George away, Anna and they would have been a happy family of three."
Anna leaned weakly against Henry, pitifully calling him Dad.
"Don't be afraid. I will protect you," Henry said affectionately, holding Anna close and stroking her hair as he led her to the hospital room. "Let's go see Mom."
Before leaving, Henry gave Emma a harsh warning. "If I see you bullying Anna again, I won't hesitate to fight back even if you're a woman!"
The feeling was like being cut with a knife, causing Emma's heart to ache with every beat. Anna had won again.
As night fell, Emma returned to her place in a daze, cooking in a daze like a walking corpse.
Suddenly, there was a crisp knock on the door. Emma was startled and thought to herself, 'Who could it be at this hour?' She put down the knife, wiped her hands, and walked to the door.
Opening the door, she was greeted by the sight of Michael. A gentle smile adorned his face, and his eyes radiated concern. Dressed in a gray coat with a few snowflakes resting on his head, exuding an extraordinary aura.
"Mr. Russell?" Emma looked at him in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to check on you," Michael's voice was deep and warm, like a spring breeze.
Emma paused, feeling a warmth in her heart. "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Russell. I'm fine. Come in and have a seat; it's cold outside."
As soon as he entered, Michael couldn't help but shiver. Emma suddenly realized that the room was too cold. To save money, she never turned on the heater.
She could handle tough times, but no way was she letting Michael freeze. She cranked up the heater and poured him a glass of water.
Michael's eyes roamed the room before landing on the bandage on Emma's cheek. Concern and curiosity flickered across his face. "Is your face acting up again?"
"It's no big deal," Emma shrugged it off with a smile. "By the way, have you had dinner yet?"
"Not yet."
"Perfect! Wanna try my cooking? I'm just about to finish making dinner."
The room indeed smelled like a feast.
"That's great! I'm actually starving," Michael said, his eyes lighting up.
Emma dove into the kitchen. The water in the pot started boiling, steam mixing with the aroma of onions and garlic.
She focused on her cooking, her mood lifting bit by bit.
She had planned on a simple meal just to get by, but with Michael's surprise visit, she decided to whip up something special.
Sharing a meal she cooked with someone who genuinely cared was something Emma had never dared to dream of. It felt like an unattainable luxury, but Michael made it real. How ironic.
Dinner was ready soon. It was a simple home-cooked meal, crammed onto the small table, yet it felt so warm and cozy.
Emma hadn't had such a good appetite in ages. Since she got sick, she hadn't finished a whole bowl of food, but today she did.
Michael also ate a lot. They ended up finishing all the food.
Despite Michael's refined and gentle demeanor, he had quite an appetite. Emma was thrilled. She still had the ability to do something for others, which meant she wasn't useless.
How wonderful.
After putting down his utensils, Michael couldn't help but praise, "Emma, your cooking is amazing."
"Mr. Russell, I'm glad you like it."
"Don't call me Mr. Russell. We're not at work now. You can consider me your friend," Michael said kindly, his gaze warm, contrasting sharply with his noble and aloof appearance.
"I'd be more than happy to be friends with you," Emma replied with a smile, feeling a warmth in her heart. Despite the many hardships in life, at least in this moment, she had found a friend who genuinely cared about her. "Thank you for saving my life and for shielding me from hot coffee. Just for these two times, I'll definitely consider you a friend!"
"Actually, it's more than just twice."
Emma was stunned.
Michael smiled playfully. "Do you remember receiving a video from a stranger three years ago? The video where you were falsely accused of stealing the bracelet."
Emma would never forget that! It was the only evidence that could prove her innocence, but George had destroyed it.
Since then, George had been using his actions to tell Emma that she would never measure up to Anna. Even if Anna killed her right in front of George, he wouldn't bat an eye.
The more George loved Anna, the more he hated Emma.
"So you were the kind person..." Looking at Michael's smiling face, Emma felt a surge of gratitude, her eyes shining with warmth. "Thank you for your concern all this time."
"Do you really want to thank me?" Michael raised an eyebrow.
"Of course."
"Then treat me to another meal next time."
Emma's eyes curved into a smile, and she readily agreed. "Don't just say one meal. As long as you like it, I'll cook as many meals as you want!"
The room was filled with laughter and warmth, but the sound of a key turning in the lock made them fall silent. Someone was unlocking the door!
Both of them looked towards the door, and Michael picked up the empty frying pan defensively.
The door opened.
George brazenly walked in, using a key to unlock the door.
Emma's smile froze, and her body trembled reflexively with fear. "How do you have a key to this place? What are you doing here?"
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