“What are you doing, Emily?”
“Nothing. I was looking for my vitamins.”
She stared at me suspiciously.
“Pregnant women should rest instead of walking around looking for things.”
Her voice sounded sweet, but her eyes were cold.
I lowered my head.
“You’re right, Martha.”
She smiled.
“Good girl.”
The Man Who Appeared at My Door
That evening, something unexpected happened.
Someone knocked on the front door.
Martha opened it.
A tall man stood outside holding a leather briefcase.
“Good evening. I’m looking for Emily.”
When I heard my name, I walked into the hallway.
The moment I saw him, I almost fainted.
It was Daniel.
My father’s personal lawyer.
“Emily!” he exclaimed. “Thank God I’ve finally found you.”
Martha immediately stepped between us.
“She’s resting. Whatever business you have, you can discuss it another day.”
Daniel ignored her.
“Emily, your father is seriously worried about you. He’s been searching for you for months.”
