Soon, footsteps were heard in the hallway. Robert Thomson grabbed the key from his study and quickly opened the door.
The door creaked open.
Emma Smith clenched her fists, reminding herself that she should not get angry, upset, or distressed. The man standing before her was her beloved and the father of her unborn child. She had to trust him, control her panic and anger, and calmly ask questions, instead of becoming disoriented at this moment.
So, she looked at Robert and slightly lifted her chin, "Robert, I have something to ask you."
Hearing her low voice, Robert found it strange. He sat down beside her and, as was his habit, put his arm around her shoulder. "What's going on?"
When she saw his hand coming, Emma dodged to the side. Robert frowned, "What's wrong with you? Is something bothering you?"
Robert, where were you today?"
"Me?" Robert asked with confusion.
"Yes." Emma nodded, her gaze piercing him as if trying to see his true feelings.
