Unending Troubles

At seven in the morning, Damien Sterling had already sent someone to bring Emma Hart back home from the hospital. Despite the bright sunlight, her heart was clouded with unease.

 

Back at the villa.

 

"Miss Emma! You're finally back! Haven't eaten yet, right? I've made bird's nest soup and your favorite millet porridge. Come, have some!" Mrs. Harris exclaimed with joy upon seeing Emma enter. She had heard about yesterday's incidents from Mr. Sterling's driver and refused to believe that Emma could be so frivolous—it must have been some jealous woman making things up.

 

"Thank you, Mrs. Harris... just some porridge, please..." Emma's voice was faint and weak, resembling that of a woman who hadn't eaten in days.

 

"By the way, Mrs. Harris, isn't Mr. Sterling at home?" Emma inquired.

 

"No, he hasn't been home all night," Mrs. Harris replied as she placed the warm bowl of porridge before Emma.