Chapter 94
As soon as Victoria's words fell, Jude, who was sitting on the floor, immediately turned to look at her. His eyes were filled with tears, and his lips were pursed, making him look wronged and pitiful.
Jude's almost crying expression tugged at Victoria's heart.
Victoria felt a wave of suffocation washing over her. Her expression momentarily froze as she turned to Emma. "Sweetheart, what exactly happened?"
The anger disappeared from Emma's face, and she lowered her head. "Ms. Victoria, I'm sorry. I caused trouble."
Emma hung her head in apology, her fingers twisting together, looking spitiful.
Victoria took a step forward and asked gently, "So, what actually happened? I believe you're not an impulsive kid."
Emma looked at Victoria, blinked her big eyes, sniffled, and said, "I wanted to watch a cartoon, but he didn't want to watch it. He grabbed the remote control from me. I didn't want to give it to him, so I pushed him a little..."
Jude sat on the floor, his face tense. He had expected Emma to complain about him, and his heart raced, but he didn't anticipate that Emma would say this.
Not just Victoria, even the servant beside them appeared.
Victoria paused for a moment. "Is that really all?"
"Yes," Emma pouted and lowered her head again, looking as if she had done something wrong.
Victoria sighed in relief, pinched Emma's cheek, and said, "It's alright. We don't need it, okay? I'll take you to play in the garden. There's more fun."
Emma smiled and nodded. "Okay."
Then, Emma walked over to Jude and reached out a hand to help him up.
Jude's body felt a bit stiff, but he didn't push Emma's hand away.
Victoria watched, feeling something was off.
Victoria said to Jude, "Your body hasn't fully recovered yet. You should rest in your room."
Jude kept his lips pressed tightly together. He didn't argue and turned to go upstairs.
Victoria glanced at the servant and then took Emma out of the living room.
Emma looked at the vast garden with wide–eyed curiosity and quickly began to explore.
"What exactly happened?" Victoria asked.
The servant stood behind Victoria and recounted the events.
It turned out that Emma had been sitting on the sofa watching TV when Jude suddenly approached, snatched the remote from her, and turned off the television.
He coldly looked at Emma and said, "Get out. This is my house, and I don't welcome you."
Emma did not move while sitting on the sofa. "Ms. Victoria brought me here. Even if I leave, Ms. Victoria will come with me."
"She won't leave. She's my mom. She will stay here and become what she used to be," Jude yelled excitedly.
Emma responded, "You are so mean. No one wants to stay with you. Ms. Victoria does not want to stay with you either. She said she would recognize me as her goddaughter, and from now on, I'll treat her like a mom, and I will be very good to her."
Jude tried to pull Emma and drag her out, but Emma fought back and pushed him, Jude fell.
After hearing the whole story, Victoria's expression became serious. After a moment, she sighed, looking at Emma, who was happily running around in the flowers, her gaze softening.
"Emma is such a little angel."
The servant nodded. "Yes, I thought she would told you what had happened."
But Emma lied and took all the blame upon herself.
Although Emma was young, she understood much more than Jude. She clearly knew that Jude was Victoria's son, and she didn't want Victoria be sad. She didn't want to make things difficult for Victoria.
"Ms. Victoria, these roses are all withered," Emma said, running back with two of the prettiest roses she could find clutched in her hand.
"Yes, they are," Victoria agreed, glancing at the flowers before turning her attention to Emma.
"Did you get hurt at all? Rose stems have thorns, and it's easy to get pricked if you're not careful".
"Nope!" Emma shook her head and offered the two roses to Victoria. "These are for you!"
Victoria smiled. "For me? Don't you want to keep them?"
Victoria shook her head again. "Pretty flowers are for pretty people. Ms. Victoria, you're the prettiest!"
Her big eyes were full of sincerity as she offered the compliment, and Victoria felt her heart melt.
"Well then," Victoria asked, "who's prettier, me or your mom?"
Emma thought about this seriously for a moment. "Mommy's first, and Ms. Victoria's second!"
"But you just said I was the prettiest," Victoria teased, pretending to be upset.
Emma said. "Mommy always been so good to me. She's the most beautiful mommy in the whole world!"