The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 234

Hector had just returned to his bedroom and hadn't even changed for a shower when an urgent knock on the door pulled him back out.

Mason grabbed him and rushed him downstairs. "Hector, Emma slit her wrist! Shit! She really went all out! The blood was flowing like a creek. Even when the chickens are slaughtered at the butcher's, their blood doesn't run that smoothly!"

Hector was speechless. Emma would probably be furious enough to cut herself again if she heard Mason saying something like this.

When the two reached the ground floor, Emma was still standing at the kitchen entrance, blood dripping from her wrist.

William stood nearby, his expression dark and filled with irritation.

"Father, Hector is here," Mason announced, nudging Hector forward.

Hector glanced at Emma's wound. Blood gushed from the cut, showing how deep it was. She had really gone through with it.

He greeted William respectfully, "Father."

"Hector, make sure she doesn't die in this house," William ordered before turning away to sit on the couch.

"Understood, Father."

Hector stepped forward and adjusted his glasses. "Emma, give me the knife. Your wound needs to be treated."

Emma shook her head. "No, Hector. Dad wants to throw me out."

"Hurting yourself like this is foolish," he said, his calm voice tinged with indifference. "You're trying to threaten him. You should know he hates threats, especially from his own daughter."

"If he really saw me as his daughter, he wouldn't be kicking me out." She sobbed. "Even Natalie agreed not to make me leave."

"Natalie is Natalie, and Father is Father. Don't confuse the two." Hector took another step forward. "Come on. Give me the knife."

"No!" She shook her head.

"Emma!" At that moment, Sky rushed out of the dining room and froze at the sight.

His face turned pale. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he grabbed a nearby helper. "Where's Ms. Walker—Natalie?"

"She's resting on the fifth floor with Ms. Thatcher," the helper replied.

Sky immediately let go and ran to the elevator.

When he reached the fifth floor, he rang the doorbell.

It wasn't long before Natalie opened the door. She had changed into her nightwear, draped a long shawl over her shoulders, and let her hair fall naturally—she was clearly ready for bed.

"Natalie, I need a favor," he said urgently, grabbing her wrist and pulling her toward the elevator. "Emma slit her wrist. She's losing a lot of blood. Please, talk to Father and ask him not to kick her out."

She raised an eyebrow and glanced back at the room. Olivia, who had also changed into sleepwear, poked her head out curiously.

Catching Natalie's gaze, she immediately perked up. "Wait for me!"

She quickly grabbed a long coat, threw it on, and followed. "Natalie, I'm coming too!"

She blinked excitedly at Natalie. Emma had attempted suicide—this was a drama she couldn't miss out on!

Natalie chuckled. "Alright. Let's go."

Sky was desperate, but seeing them chat and joke along the way only irritated him more. Still, he swallowed his frustration—he needed Natalie's help.

"Natalie, I'm begging you. Just say a few words to Father. If you do, he'll listen."

"Sky, what exactly did Emma do to make Dad angry?" Natalie asked flatly, making no move to agree immediately.

"We talked earlier, and Dad wasn't even there. I barely had time to return to my room before he decided to throw her out. If she didn't do something to anger him, why would he suddenly make that decision?"