Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1088

Emma felt a lump in her throat, as if someone was physically holding it tightly, rendering her speechless. Peyton, leaning on a walking stick, entered the room and retrieved the money Patrick had left behind during his last visit.

"Emma, this should be enough for you, and you can even treat yourself to some nice clothes. Go on, after you leave, I'll head over to the Odeberg family and tell them you're off to town to treat someone and won't be back for a few days. The Odeberg family is anxious, and no other woman in the village can take care of people the way you do. They'll wait for you."

Peyton's face was a mixture of concern and urgency, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I don't know what we've done to deserve this, but here you are, carrying a stranger's child."

Emma's hands trembled as she accepted the money. She had thought, if he ever came back, she would return the money to him. But it had been almost three months, and it seemed unlikely he would return. As the neighbors often said, a celestial being visiting earth is but a fleeting moment before they return to the heavens.

Her fate seemed sealed to follow the traditional path: marry a local man, take care of his family, strive to provide education for her children, and then, like the other gossiping women, spend her days discussing the private affairs of others.

If she hadn't met him, she would have resigned herself to this fate, accepting her family's arrangements without complaint. But what was that night about? Was it a parting gift of affection, or a moment of passion clouded by impaired judgment? There had to be a reason. "Emma, don't hesitate any longer. If you wait, the clinic will be closed. Come now, do as I say."

money with him, given that they usually carried cards, but in this remote

stared out at the mountains, her eyes welling up with tears. How could she have been

and move on.

was her fault for not taking precautions and ending up pregnant. The bus, an old model suited for the rugged mountain roads, had

the window for

trying

But as the bus

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and Dustin had been stranded where they had shared that night, she couldn't help but revisit those moments. The village women often described such encounters in a way that

that night, calling her beautiful. No one had ever said that to

of her dark complexion

the trees passing by, her expression darkened. It was pointless to dwell on it;

before, let alone been this close to a man, and she couldn't