Chapter 7 Stirring up a Storm with the Bells!
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Mr. Wilson couldn't contain his temper any longer. He asked in a somber tone, "Be honest with me, kiddo. Is that b*stard Ronald treating you right? If not, we can help you arrange for a divorce tomorrow. Then you won't need to associate yourself with the elite class ever again, alright?"
"Dad, Mom! Please!" Emily shouted.
"This has nothing to do with Ronald. He doesn't even know that I'm pregnant. This happened because I was too engrossed with my work that I failed to take care of myself. He's not at fault here so please don't let him in on this... I'm begging you," she cried.
Her father displayed a pained expression. "Why are you still speaking on his behalf? He's your husband and yet he didn't even notice that you were pregnant. Does he even take your marriage seriously?" he countered.
A sharp pain slashed through her heart, causing her eyes well with hot tears. "Dad, please! I just want to be alone now..." she interjected, interrupting him.
"Enough, darling. Don't you think our daughter has suffered enough?" Her mother stepped in and huffed.
In the middle of wiping away her tears, her mother tried to drag him out of the ward with all of her might. "Rest well, my dear Emily. We'll be back with some chicken soup for you later." her mother said gave a sigh before leaving with her father.
She waited until the door was fully shut then burst into tears.
This was supposed to be their first baby together. She was absolutely heartbroken.
She blamed herself for not taking care of herself better. She remembered thinking to herself that she wanted to try birthing a child...
In the quiet of the room, she could hear her smartphone vibrating. It felt like it had been vibrating for quite a while.
Emily propped herself up on the bed and reached for her phone. It felt warmer than usual. Upon inspection, she wasn't surprised to see that her manager Abby had taken over her call log.
She dialed back, and the call went through almost instantly.
"Hey, Abby," She paused as she noticed that her croaky voice had a nasally sound to it. "I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by her manager's shrieks.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! Emily, did you know that you're blowing up?!"
On the other side of the phone, Abby was casually entertaining a group of media reporters. She had already rehearsed everything she wanted to say, and had the stylist and makeup artist ready and roaring to go. Now, she was just waiting for Emily to show up so that they could blow this scoop out of the water!
"What happened?" Emily furrowed her brows. She had a bad premonition.
"Haven't you read the news, missy?" Abby asked sarcastically.
"When big boss man Mr. Bell princess carried you into the car that day, a paparazzo managed to capture a picture of the moment, uploaded it online, and now it's become one of the hottest searches on Google! This is the best time for you to show your face to the world!" her manager squealed.
Emily bit her lip and gave no answer.
Abby started growing impatient. "What are you waiting for? Emily Wilson, you've got the looks, you've got the bod, plus your acting is impeccable. Wanna know why you haven't blown up yet? It's because you keep refusing to stir the pot or suck up to the directors! Now, your prince charming, Mr. Bell himself has come to the rescue, so why the h*ll won't you just take his hand?!" she shouted.
Abby took a deep breath and screamed out loud, "This is Ronald Bell we're talking about!"
It was always about Ronald Bell!
Emily calmed down and stood her ground, "Ms. Palmer, I refuse to take part in this."
If Ronald had assumed the worst, that she was using him to expedite her path to fame, how could she ever face him again?
She married him because she genuinely loved him for who he was. It was already bad that they had a lukewarm relationship. She didn't want to make things even worse.
While Emily was on the phone, the door to her ward swung open. It was her mother. Emily quickly wiped her stray tears and hurriedly said, "I'm hanging up, Abby..."
"Hey... hey!" Abby shouted and called her back, only to be met with a busy tone.
Her mother walked in with a flask of chicken soup. Her father was nowhere to be seen.
"Mom, where's Dad?"
Her mother hesitated for a second while pouring some chicken soup into a bowl. "Your father was so furious he decided to pay the Bell family a visit to talk some sense into them. I suppose he's already on his way there now."
"What?" Emily spluttered in disbelief.
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