"What's going on?" Ella Martin wrapped her arms around Robert Thomson with an air of absolute possession and superiority. She sneered at Emma Smith, "Emma, who do you think you are? As a lowly and despicable woman like you, how dare you dream about marrying Robert?"
Robert's expression remained calm. His perfectly tailored suit accentuated his chilling pride and coldness.
Apparently, he had anticipated all of this.
As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, Emma stood in disbelief on the stage.
She didn't have time to think. She never imagined that the painful experience of betrayal by her beloved would happen for a second time in her life!
Her hand tightened into a fist, her lower lip bitten until it bled. It took great effort to conceal her trembling body and hide the torrent of anger and astonishment in her heart.
Ella's mocking voice was still ringing in her ears, "Emma, you really have no shame, wanting to marry Robert with a kid at this age!"
