At this point, Xyla could quickly figure out the real intention behind Emily’s apology. All Emily hoped was that Xyla could let the Sullivan family off the hook this time upon their reconciliation. In addition, it was still a mystery whether Emily was involved in last night’s incident or not.
Xyla did not answer her. She continued to stare at Emily silently, her eyes calm and emotionless.
“Sister, you’re my sister, after all. We’re related by blood. Can you please forgive the Sullivan family for the sake of our relationship? You know that my life depends on them as well. If they’re good, I’m good. Conversely, if their company is going downhill, I won’t get any better too.” Emily choked with sobs. “Besides, my mother-in-law has already admitted that she was at fault.”
“I don’t care about the Sullivan family’s condition. As long as your father is here, you’ll be fine,” Jeremy Quest interrupted her briskly and continued, “I’ve been lenient with you in many things because of your depression. However, you have to understand that there’s a limit to everything. Regarding this matter, there’s no room for discussion even if it’s you who is trying to plead us, Emily.”
Tears began to flow down Emily’s cheeks like a river. “Dad…”
“Jeremy, I really have learned my lesson. Once again, I would like to sincerely apologize to Xyla and the two of you…” Clutching Emily’s hand, Bailey Ronson forced a sincere expression on her face as she looked at them.
“You finally know how to apologize now? Where has your arrogance gone? Why don’t you continue to accuse us like how you did at the charity dinner?” Fury festered within Jeremy as he thought about it.
What the heck?
“Jeremy, I’ve been punished for my terrible mistake. Look at my face and my body. My husband has almost beaten me to death. Please intercede for me. I’m also feeling very miserable.” Bailey sobbed.
“You asked for it, Bailey. You reap what you sow.” In Jeremy’s opinion, everything she did, and every word she said at the banquet was absolutely unworthy of forgiveness.
Her motive was execrable!
“Dad… Can you please don’t be so mean? Our house is already in a mess.” Emily looked dissatisfied with her father.
“No, I can’t.” Jeremy’s answer was quick and definite.
“Honey, have you forgotten about Emily’s sickness? The doctor said that she can’t be triggered at all. Emily’s condition is finally getting stable recently, and she’s starting to not be suicidal. Why are you trying to trigger her again?” Immediately, May Conner used depression as a shield to protect Emily again.
“I’ve tried my best to give in because of her depression all this while, and that’s enough.” Jeremy added, “Stop bringing this up every time.”
“Come on, send them away from my house!” Jeremy ordered the bodyguards standing outside.
Soon, several bodyguards surrounded Bailey and Emily. They gave Jeremy a polite nod before forcefully pulling them to the door.
“You can’t do this to us… Jeremy…” Bailey struggled.
The bodyguards hesitated. However, Jeremy casually waved a hand at them. His decision was as clear as day.
Seeing his order, the bodyguards started to drag the two of them out of the house again. The group of people disappeared from their sight in no time.
“Honey, what if Emily tries to commit suicide again?” May asked worriedly.
“I’ll contact her psychiatrist and ask him to give her some Valium… She’ll fall asleep after that. She won’t have the time to overthink, so she won’t commit suicide.” Following that statement, Jeremy reached for his phone and instantly called Emily’s psychiatrist, asking him to go to the Sullivan family’s house and give Emily some Valium.
The man on the other end of the phone agreed without hesitation.
Upon hearing that, May Conner knew there was nothing else she could do except shutting her mouth…
On the other hand, Xyla was touched by her father’s firm attitude again. Her father’s love for her was as great as a mountain. Initially, she had thought that her father would be soft-hearted due to Emily’s depression. It turned out that he was not.
After Emily and Bailey were dragged out from the house, they got into the black Cayenne parked in the courtyard, battered and exhausted. When the driver saw their despairing figures, he could not stop himself from taking a couple more looks at the two of them through the rearview mirror.
Shortly, the driver started the engine of the car and drove away.
