Chapter 88 Imprisoned

Emily said, "Mom, if you have something to say, just spit it out."

Scarlett, hearing Emily's words, decided to cut the crap and get straight to the point. "I was gonna be blunt with you anyway. Take this money and stay away from Daniel. Don't piss off Veda anymore, and don't tell your grandfather, or I'll stop paying for your mom's medical bills."

She added, "And also, before you divorce Michael, you shouldn't always stay in the hospital. You can't even get pregnant, yet you're always sick. It's bad luck! You're ruining the Smith family's reputation!"

After saying that, Scarlett covered her nose and coughed a few times, like she'd been somewhere super unlucky.

She then brushed off her clothes and left the guest room with a look of disgust.

So, they didn't want her in the master bedroom because they thought she was bad luck?

Staring at the bank card in front of her, Emily took a deep breath and sat down on the floor by the bed.

At that moment, she felt completely drained, utterly defeated.

She carefully replayed Scarlett's words in her mind.

Emily sighed. Ever since she married Michael, she'd been busy taking care of his every need.

She'd lost herself in the process.

After finally taking good care of him, now they blamed her for never having worked a day in her life?

These rich folks really knew how to flip the script!

Just then, Emily's phone rang. She glanced at it and immediately answered without thinking, "Abigail, your call couldn't have come at a better time!"

Abigail asked, "What's up? Miss me? Weren't you supposed to be living it up at the old mansion?"

Emily replied, "I'm back, but I haven't seen Grandpa yet. I'm in the guest room for now."

The Smith family is so broke they can't even hire a maid to clean the guest room, and you have

are you talking about? The master bedroom is being cleaned, so I'm crashing in the guest room for the night. By the way, I wanted to ask if you have any well-paying design gigs lately. I need to make some money."

more projects, drawing

she'd cover Isabella's

the two options, the former

was why Emily was urgently

but Emily, don't get your hopes up

Moonlit Treasures took a big hit, and their profits have noticeably dropped, so..." But despite everything, Emily didn't regret dealing

she wouldn't dare to plagiarize and frame

up the phone, Emily looked at the bank

had no choice but to agree to Scarlett's demands

take on odd jobs, nor could

she could just swallow this humiliation for now, Isabella's treatment could

Emily know, her adventures at the

finally got all her clothes organized and cleaned the guest room

ready to find something to

have thought, as soon as she tried to turn the door lock, the handle

the door was completely

could she be so

places, she was led to a guest room that was

first, Emily didn't realize this was a long-planned scheme

just thought most of the old mansion needed repairs,

afternoon, she was troubled by more worries. She hadn't even had a sip of water, let alone a bite of

it's all my fault. You're suffering because

Emily felt even worse. She started knocking on the door and calling for help, but there was no response from outside. It was merely early evening, so

bleak and cold guest room, the main hall of the old mansion was bustling and

have to try this dish, how is it? And this one, I made the fish! I carefully studied the recipe, you must try it!" Mason sat at the head of the

refreshed after a good nap, and

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