Chapter 1193

Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to support her mother, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably with sobs.

Out of the crowd, a man stepped forward. It was Uncle Jack, the same man Emma had given a pack of cigarettes to last time.

When Uncle Jack made his move, his wife shot him a glare, signaling him not to meddle. Yet, he approached Emma and helped her lift Peyton up.

Seeing someone come to her aid, Emma knew it wasn't the time for tears. She quickly stood up, her voice choked with gratitude.

"Uncle Jack, thank you."

The middle-aged man sighed, unsure of what to say.

"Let's get your mom inside and then figure things out," he suggested.

Meanwhile, the chatter among the villagers continued. Mrs. Smith from the Odeberg family stood with her hands on her hips, berating Emma for her shamelessness and accusing her of flirting around.

town, an unwed pregnancy could

promptly, wary of the gossip that might ensue from

was just Emma

pain,

her chest and complaining of heart pain. After

such bad luck? Do you have any idea what people were saying about us last night? If only your father hadn't passed away so early, leaving

Peyton lamented, trying to get out of bed to throw

the Odeberg family arrived, demanding the return of

disadvantage, Peyton and Emma couldn't confront them. After all,

you owe us thirty thousand for the dowry, but you also owe us for the feast last night. All those dishes on each table cost tus a

Bring it

Yet, the Odeberg family was demanding a whopping fifty thousand! "Mom, where did you put the dowry money? Let's give it to them," Emma

and retrieved the thirty thousand meant for the dowry, but they

thirty thousand in hand, Emma

to make a scene. The village folks, eager

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