Emma stared at Natalie, who remained calm and indifferent, dividing the jackfruit without sparing her a single glance. It was as if everything unfolding had nothing to do with her.
But this all started because of Natalie!
Tears welled up in Emma's eyes as she pursed her lips, cautiously asking, "If I kneel on the shells, will Natalie forgive Cindy?"
She turned to Lincoln and pleaded, "Lincoln, Cindy only said those things because she was worried about me. She couldn't stand to see me wronged, and she acted on impulse. She's spent her entire life serving our family and raising me since I was a child.
"Now that you've fired her, what is she supposed to do? Can't you talk to Natalie and ask her to forgive Cindy this once? I promise she won't make the same mistake again."
When Lincoln didn't respond, Emma turned to Natalie. She stepped forward carefully, avoiding the jackfruit shells, and kneeled before her. "Natalie, I'm begging you, please forgive Cindy just this once!"
Natalie stepped back, avoiding Emma's hand as it reached for her pant leg. "Ms. Emma, if you have a problem with your hearing, I recommend a visit to an ENT specialist," she said coolly.
"Ms. Natalie," Emma began, swallowing her pride. "It's my fault. I didn't manage my helper properly, and Cindy spoke out of turn. Ms. Natalie, please tell me what I need to do to make things right and have Cindy forgiven so Lincoln doesn't fire her."
She had lived in the Walker family for 20 years, yet now she found herself reduced to an outsider, begging Natalie like this. The humiliation burned within her, and she silently vowed to make Natalie pay for it.
Natalie looked at Emma with an unreadable gaze. Emma's makeup was top-quality—she had cried so much, yet it hadn't smudged. Her delicate, tear-streaked look made her seem even more fragile and pitiful.
"Stop trying to guilt-trip Nat," Lincoln said, taking a few steps forward and grabbing Emma by the arm. "You're smart enough to avoid the jackfruit shells."
Emma stomped her foot, glaring at him with resentment. "Lincoln, I grew up with you! How can you treat me like this? What do all those years of sibling bond mean to you now?"
Lincoln sneered, mocking her, "You've been taking advantage of me, and I've had nothing but bad luck."
Mason, who had been sitting on the couch playing on his phone, couldn't hold back a laugh. Hector gave him a calm glance before pinching his thigh.
"Ow, that hurts! Hector, why are you pinching me?" Mason complained, looking aggrieved. "Lincoln, Hector pinched me!"
Lincoln frowned slightly. "Mason, what about all those years of sibling bond between you and Emma? Answer me."
Mason immediately straightened up, sitting perfectly upright like an obedient first-grader. "Lincoln, my answer is the same as yours. She's taking advantage of me, and I'm having bad luck too. Hector and Timothy feel the same way. On behalf of all of us, I'd say that's the answer."
As for Sky, Mason regarded him with bad luck and decided not to mention him.
"I'm here. You don't need to speak on my behalf," Hector said with a slight smile, meeting Emma's gaze calmly. "Don't look at me. It's not going to end well."
Emma's body shook as she processed Mason and Hector's words. She buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. "Lincoln, Hector, Mason, I came back excitedly, bringing gifts for everyone. How could you all suddenly hate me this much?"
Her voice trembled as she continued, "I'm so happy that Natalie is back. I really want to get along with her—I've always treated her like a real sister!"
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