Emma's POV
For hours, I couldn't leave my room due to reasons best known to me. As I sat in my room, I pondered in thoughts, unable to get over what I had heard in Lord Emmerson's room. I hated the way I was still thinking about it, despite how much I didn't want to.
While lost in thought, a knock came on the door. I allowed the person in and then realized it was a maid informing me breakfast was ready.
“Can I eat in my room?” I asked to avoid seeing Lord Emmerson because I knew he would be on the table, and his lover would also be there.
“Alright, I will bring it up for you,” she said. I flashed a grateful smile at her as she left. A frown appeared on my face as I hated how I was feeling. This man was my uncle, and he had the right to bring whoever he wanted, so why was I feeling so b
