Rejected Heiress, Reigning Queen novel Chapter 172

Emma, Carter, and Travis Reynolds arrived at their hotel in Garrison City.

"I'm going to check Emma's injuries first. It might take a while," Carter said politely to Travis.

Travis's gaze darkened. "What do you know about checking injuries? Are you a doctor?"

He wanted to do it himself, but Emma felt incredibly awkward.

Because the burn on her shoulder covered a large area, she had to wear a strapless bra during the application. Having Travis, her senior colleague, see her like that was way too embarrassing.

"It's fine, Travis. Carter can handle it. If he needs help, he can ask me."

Emma had gotten used to Carter applying the ointment over the past few weeks and wanted to avoid any more awkwardness.

"Fine."

Travis retreated to his room, pulling down his mask to reveal a clenched jaw.

Carter Harrington was way too manipulative.

Back in their room, Emma zoned out as Carter gently applied the ointment. Her phone rang.

"Emma, I heard you're in Garrison City."

Violet's voice came through the speaker. Emma lowered her eyes, her tone flat. "Yes."

"Could you... could you please go visit your grandfather? He misses you terribly."

Violet's voice held a pleading note. Ever since she discovered her biological daughter had been switched at birth six years ago, she hadn't returned to Garrison City.

Thinking of Arthur Jennings, the grandfather who had always loved her, Emma softened slightly. "I'll visit him. But I still want to know why you insisted on traveling to Garrison City during your third trimester."

Doctors strongly advised against long-distance travel late in a pregnancy, and Violet surely knew that.

Violet remained silent for a long time. Finally, she spoke.

"Beatrice was superstitious. She insisted that—"

"Who are you talking to?"

He couldn't imagine how hard it was for a young girl to survive in a foreign country for six years.

"Not easy? You have no idea. Emma is a big shot now. She hangs out with powerful people."

Beatrice's tone dripped with sarcasm. Whenever she thought of her second son sitting in prison, her rage boiled over.

"If anyone had it hard, it was our Gillian. She was always so well-behaved, so understanding that it broke my heart."

Beatrice shot a resentful look at Charles.

"And you too. Gillian is in Garrison City right now, and you didn't even invite her to this fancy restaurant."

Emma ended her call just in time to hear that remark.

She looked at Beatrice with a half-smile. "If you miss your precious granddaughter so much, why don't you go keep her company?"

All eyes turned to her. Emma's lips curved upward as she continued:

"After all, I only planned on inviting family today."