Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 134

A pang of bitterness went through Melissa. As Emma walked closer, she felt as guilty and awkward as a thief, ducking her head. She pressed her body against the doorframe, moving aside to let Emma pass.

Emma, preoccupied with thoughts of her baby, didn't notice who was standing by the door. She only saw someone step aside to make way for her, so she offered a polite, "Thank you."

"...Oh, it's nothing, nothing at all..."

Melissa waved her hands in a flustered gesture. In those few seconds, Emma had already left the office.

Nathan had been watching Emma's retreating figure, but in doing so, he noticed the girl's subtle reaction upon seeing her. He frowned, a flicker of suspicion rising in his mind as he looked between them.

"Do you know her?"

After Emma's figure had completely disappeared from view, Nathan turned his cold gaze to the girl still standing by the door, lost in thought.

The sudden, icy voice snapped Melissa out of her daze. She looked at Nathan blankly, a flash of panic in her eyes, and quickly shook her head. "No, no, I don't know her..."

Her over-the-top reaction only deepened Nathan's suspicion.

But he didn't press the matter. Instead, he changed the subject to her father's condition. "How did it go? Did you get the complete blood count done at the lab?"

"Yes, yes, I did. Here's the report. Please take a look, Dr. Allen."

Melissa handed over the lab report she had been clutching.

Nathan glanced over it briefly before delivering his assessment. "His white blood cell count is significantly elevated, along with other abnormal indicators. Your father's condition isn't good. I recommend further testing to determine the specific cause."

"What? Dr. Allen, what does that mean?"

On the way, the real estate agent called, saying he had found another suitable property and asked when she would be free to see it.

But Emma was in no mood. She gave a few noncommittal answers and quickly hung up.

The entire drive was a blur. She drove erratically, stopping and starting, nearly running a red light several times.

When she finally got home and opened the door, Mrs. Alvarez, hearing the noise, popped out of the kitchen, her face beaming. She asked cheerfully:

"Ma'am, how did the check-up go today? Is the baby okay?"

Emma, who was in the middle of changing her shoes, froze. Still bent over, her shoulders began to shake violently as a choked, agonizing sob escaped her throat.

All the emotions she had suppressed throughout the day finally erupted at Mrs. Alvarez's question, the dam of her composure finally breaking.