Chapter 55

“I like you… I don’t deserve you… I’m not good enough for you.” Liam frowned at her words, his concern deepening. “Is she dreaming about someone else?” he wondered. “Who do you like?” he asked gently.

Emma’s expression tightened. “Elijah.”

‘Elijah?’ The name sparked anger in Liam. The thought of her harboring feelings for the deceitful doctor was almost unbearable. But then, in a barely audible whisper, Emma clutched his shirt. “Elijah… if you killed Liam, I won’t let you get away with it…”

Liam’s heart, previously adrift in turmoil, found its way back. He looked at Emma with unwavering love. “You are mine,” he whispered.

That night, after ensuring Emma’s comfort, Liam retreated to his study to reflect on the grim cemetery events. Meanwhile, the hospital confirmed Nora’s permanent injuries—her arm irreparably damaged.

“This afternoon’s cemetery events must remain confidential,” Liam instructed Levi in the dimly lit room, his voice calm and authoritative.

Levi, solemn, nodded. “Mr. Hall, rest assured, I’ve handled everything according to your instructions.”

The next morning, Emma awoke with a hazy memory of the previous night’s confessions. Maintaining his composure, Liam suggested a day out. “Today, I’m taking you somewhere special.”

“Where are we going?” Emma asked, puzzled.

“You’ll see,” Liam replied, a slight smile playing on his lips as he gently took her hand.

He brought her to Troln City’s most upscale supermarket. Liam, usually avoiding crowds due to his mobility, seemed out of place in the bustling aisles. Emma, eyeing exorbitantly priced mushrooms and luxury health products, pieced things together. “You’re not taking me to meet your family, are you?”

He added supplements to their cart nonchalantly. “Yeah.”

“But I thought that was happening later?” Emma responded, surprised.

“We might not be married yet, but we’re officially registered,” Liam explained. “It’s time you met my family.”

“But I’m not ready…” Emma hesitated.

“Everything’s prepared,” Liam reassured her, gesturing to the cart overflowing with high-end gifts.

“I mean, I’m not even dressed properly, and I haven’t washed my hair…” Emma felt self-conscious.

Liam softened his expression. “No need to be formal.”

That evening, they arrived at the Hall family villa, nestled amidst mountains and water, boasting a stunning view of Troln City. The courtyard, filled with cars, surprised Emma, who’d expected a small gathering.

“Is there a party?” she asked.

“It’s my dad’s birthday,” Liam replied calmly.

“You should have mentioned it!” Emma exclaimed, self-conscious in her white T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

She quickly changed into a spare dress and heels from Liam’s car, styling her hair in a sleek bun. “Liam, wait!” she called, rushing to catch up.

Her transformation was striking. Liam turned, a hint of annoyance in his eyes. “I told you not to overdress.”

Emma grabbed his hand, her voice earnest. “It’s not about showing off; it’s about respecting your family.”

Understanding her intention, Liam’s annoyance softened as he squeezed her hand. “Alright, let’s go.”

Upon entering, they immediately drew attention. This was Liam’s first time bringing a date to such an event, and Emma, in her elegant light purple chiffon gown, captivated the room. After initial admiration, guests greeted Liam warmly. “Mr. Hall, long time no see.”

Emma observed mixed expressions—curiosity, fear, awkwardness, even avoidance. Several guests, once close to Liam, now seemed to favor Brad, their glances evasive. Emma tightened her grip on Liam’s hand, silently affirming her support.

Liam gently caressed her hand in return.

Brad approached, holding a champagne glass. “Long time no see, welcome to the Hall family,” he said smoothly.

Emma raised an eyebrow. “Actually, Brad, you should be welcoming your elder brother back,” she corrected sharply.

Brad chuckled, attempting to diffuse the tension. “Just a turn of phrase, Emma. You really do pay attention to details. It’s almost as if you’re looking for signs of a rift.”

Liam’s voice grew colder. “Today we celebrate Dad’s birthday. Let’s not stir up trouble. And remember—my wife may be young, but she’s not to be underestimated.”

Brad’s smile faltered, as did Elsie Weeds’, Brad’s mother.

Ignoring them, Liam led Emma to greet his father, Simon. Sharp in a tuxedo, Simon, having noticed their arrival, said, “Dad, this is Emma. We’re here to wish you a happy birthday,” Liam announced.

Simon’s response was polite but distant, maintaining a neutral demeanor.