Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 141

“What? You’re going back to Riverside Millford?!”

Daniel’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped when he heard Evan was leaving the company for a while to return to Riverside Millford. He looked as if the world was ending.

Good heavens, this was a once-in-a-millennium event.

Evan, the workaholic, was actually taking a vacation to go back to his hometown for the holidays.

Listen to this, just listen. Was that something a sane person would say?

Daniel ran a hand through his hair, looking both confused and completely overwhelmed.

“Dude! Aren’t you two in the middle of a divorce? Weren’t you just... and now today you’re going back to Riverside Millford together? How did Emma suddenly come around and decide to get back together with a jerk like you?”

“Not today, we’re leaving tomorrow. And she hasn’t come around. She hasn’t agreed to go back with me yet.”

Evan explained calmly, still signing the contract in his hand with a pen.

“Then why did you have Jason book the tickets? She hasn’t even agreed!” Daniel didn’t get it.

“It’s fine. She’ll agree.”

“Oh, you know everything, don’t you? Let me tell you, Evan, you’ve always had this blind confidence, this absolute certainty. A young man like you can’t be like that!”

Daniel clapped his friend on the shoulder with an air of mock seriousness.

Uncharacteristically, Evan didn’t say anything more, just smiled and shook his head.

He wouldn’t be so certain about other things, but when it came to going back to Riverside Millford, he didn’t even have to think about it. He knew Emma would definitely go. She had deeper, stronger feelings for that place than he did.

Besides, her family was there.

Emma didn’t have to go to the hospital today. Nathan had prescribed medication, which meant she could rest at home for the next half a month and pause her chemotherapy.

Nathan said he was giving her two weeks to think things over, but Emma knew the truth. This was the last bit of time she and the baby would have together.

Emma cherished the mere fifteen days she had left.

She was reclining on a lounge chair on the balcony, holding a book for prenatal education. She read the short stories aloud in a low voice, occasionally pausing to touch her stomach.

Mrs. Alvarez was in the kitchen preparing vegetables, constantly turning to look out at the balcony. While her hands were busy, her eyes kept darting towards Emma.

Although her mistress’s mood had stabilized and the devastating sobs from last night were gone, the memory of that scene was still fresh.

After she had asked, “Is the baby okay?” her mistress had suddenly seemed to snap back to reality, looking at her with a lost and helpless expression before tears started streaming down her face.