"Miss Taylor, please step over to the café with ," a cold voice sounded behind Emily, startling her. She turned around and, sure enough, there stood Brianna, her face marked with the heavy shadows of sleepless nights.
Despite the prominent dark circles under her eyes, Brianna still exuded the refined aura of a high-class woman. Although she had aged, she still possessed a captivating presence.
"Mrs. Davis!" Emily exclaid in surprise, her reaction giving Brianna a slight sense of satisfaction. After all, she was the legitimate wife, while Emily was nothing more than a mistress hiding in the shadows.
"Co with . I have a few things to say to you," Brianna said coldly, her eyes raking over Emily’s still-beautiful figure. Despite being a couple of months pregnant, Emily’s slender body remained enviable.
Emily silently followed Brianna to a nearby café.
"Mrs. Davis, please say what you need to quickly... the air here isn’t good for , and I’m afraid I won’t be able to stand it," Emily said softly.
Brianna’s anger flared. This wretched woman had the nerve to make demands when she was the one in the wrong!
"What will it take for you to leave my husband?" Brianna asked icily, ordering two black coffees without so much as a glance at Emily, her gaze filled with disdain.
Emily pursed her lips and lowered her eyelashes. "I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mrs. Davis."
Brianna almost slapped Emily across the face! The nerve of this woman—she was pregnant with her husband’s child and still had the audacity to play innocent!
"Miss Taylor, you really do live up to your reputation as a mistress. Your thick skin could rival leather! You’re carrying my husband’s child, yet you still want to act pure and innocent in front of ?" Brianna sneered, looking Emily up and down. "You may be young and beautiful now, but you’ll grow old one day, Miss Taylor."
Emily raised her eyebrows slightly, her voice low but firm. "I... I’m very fond of Mr. Davis. I won’t leave him."
Brianna had expected this response. She picked up her coffee and took a cold sip. "How much money will it take for you to leave him?"
Emily looked at Brianna in surprise. "So in Mrs. Davis’s eyes, everything can be solved with money?"
Brianna’s chest rose and fell slightly as she struggled to contain her anger, the urge to strike Emily almost overwhelming her. Emily’s audacity was staggering, and Brianna felt her patience wearing thin.
"Miss Taylor, mistresses are nothing but dirty, despicable creatures. And you’re content to remain one?" Brianna snapped harshly.
By now, the café had filled with people, mostly housewives from the nearby market. Hearing Brianna’s words, many of them cast scornful looks at Emily.
But Emily only smiled faintly, her small, delicate features radiating calm confidence. "Mrs. Davis, your words are... quite harsh. If I’m not mistaken, didn’t you also start out as a mistress before rising to your current position? Mr. Davis’s first wife, if I recall correctly, was driven to illness by your presence, and that illness eventually took her life."
Emily’s words were sharp and precise, causing Brianna’s face to flush red and then pale. She could feel the changed, judgntal gazes of those around her, now directed at her instead.
The onlookers, both housewives and young people, began to laugh, their expressions filled with contempt.
"Given that you, too, ascended from the position of a mistress, what gives you the right to so self-righteously condemn ?" Emily said calmly, pushing the coffee away. "I’m pregnant, and I can’t drink coffee."
Brianna’s eyes grew darker with venom as she glared at Emily. "Miss Emily! Watch your mouth. I am still Robert’s lawful wife, while you are nothing more than a cheap fling!"
Emily suddenly stood up, her expression turning cold as well. "Mrs. Davis, please face the reality. Hasn’t he already ntioned divorce to you? It won’t be long before I beco Mrs. Davis, and you... you’ll just be a discarded woman."
Brianna was furious, shocked that Emily knew about Robert’s intention to divorce her. Without thinking, she grabbed the cup of coffee in front of her and hurled it at Emily.
The hot coffee splashed onto Emily’s clothes, causing her to shriek. "You... you threw coffee at ? Brianna! It’s not my fault you couldn’t keep your man’s heart. Why take it out on ?"
Emily’s beautiful, innocent eyes now glead with mockery, which only fueled Brianna’s rage further. Overco with anger, Brianna’s rationality was completely consud.
She lifted the coffee cup and aid it at Emily’s head. "I’ll kill you, you wretched woman!"
Brianna had enjoyed Robert’s affection and kindness for so many years, believing that his love belonged solely to her. Now, being provoked by this brazen mistress, how could she possibly stay calm?
All of her refined manners and composure were thrown to the wind.
Brianna lunged at Emily, grabbing her hair, and the two won began to fight viciously.
Outside, a pair of eyes watched the brawl unfold.
Inside the café, Emily quickly found herself overpowered by Brianna, who soon had her pinned to the ground. With a swift kick aid at Emily’s abdon, Brianna attempted to strike again.
Two café security guards rushed in and grabbed Brianna, pulling her back. "Stop it! If you want to fight, take it outside!"
Emily lay on the floor, her face marked by several scratches, and she clutched her abdon, crying out in pain. "My baby... my baby!"
The sight of Emily’s anguish snapped Brianna back to her senses. What had she done?
Panic-stricken, Brianna shoved the security guards away and bolted for the door, only to be blocked by two figures.
"Auntie... why did you start a fight? I barely managed to push my way inside!"
The person standing there was Ella!
Beside her was Chloe, both of them staring at the scene in shock. Brianna’s face turned ashen as she shoved Ella aside and fled in a panic.
"Quick... take to the hospital, my baby...," Emily cried out, a flicker of cold calculation passing through Ella’s eyes as she imdiately dialed 911 for an ambulance.
The café was crowded, but seeing the blood pooling beneath Emily, no one dared to approach—better to stay out of it, they figured.
The ambulance arrived quickly, and Emily was rushed to the hospital. Ella glanced indifferently at the murmuring crowd in the café, then took Chloe by the arm and walked away.
This entire scene had been orchestrated by Emily herself.
She had no intention of carrying Robert’s child to term. This plan not only allowed her to rid herself of the pregnancy but also deepened Robert’s disgust toward Brianna.
"Tsk tsk, Ella, that woman is quite pretty. It’s shocking that she beca a mistress for money—especially your dad’s mistress!" Chloe remarked, oblivious to the deeper sches at play.
Ella smiled faintly as she casually browsed through clothing racks. "Who would’ve thought we’d witness such a drama first thing in the morning? I bet my dad will be furious. He really wanted a son!"
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