Chapter 305
Audrey’s POV
Blake jerked back with a grunt. He let go of me instantly, stepping back as I collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.
“I’m sorry,” he said, staring at my neck.
Emma dropped the scissors and ran to me. “Mommy!” Her little hand touched my cheek. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, still trying to breathe normally.
“I called Daddy already,” she whispered. “He said if it gets really bad, I should call the police.”
I squeezed her hand as my breathing steadied. Blake stood frozen, pressing his hand against his knee, blood seeping through his fingers.
When I could finally speak again, I looked at his wound. It wasn’t just a scratch – the scissors had gone deep enough to create a steady flow of blood.
Emma bit her lip. “Should we call the police?”
Though Blake hurt me, he didn’t do any real damage, I thought. But Emma’s scissors definitely left an actual wound.
If we call the police, Blake could easily counter-sue for assault. I can’t let Emma face consequences for protecting me.
“No police,” I decided.
Snow chose that moment to wander out from the bedroom. She sniffed at Blake’s injured leg before rubbing against his other leg, as if concerned.
She looked up at me and meowed once, clearly asking for help.
Snow seems to actually care about him now. The wound looks pretty bad.
I took a deep breath and stood up.
“Emma,” I said, “go find a pair of your daddy’s pants.”
Her face scrunched up. “Why should this mean man get Daddy’s pants? He hurt you!”
“You ruined his pants,” I explained. “We should replace them.” When she still looked unconvinced, I added, “Think about it – if he walks out of here with torn, bloody pants and tells people Emma Knox did it, how’s that going to look?”
Her eyes widened. “Okay! I’ll get some right now!” She dashed off toward the guest bedroom while I headed to the master to get the first aid kit.
Blake’s POV
I lowered myself onto the sofa, pressing my handkerchief against the wound and watching Emma disappear into the guest bedroom
not the master where her mother went.
10
Chapter 305
Wait. Emma took Snow to the master bedroom earlier, but now she’s getting Adrian’s pants from the guest room.
I applied more pressure to my knee, ignoring the pain as my mind worked through what this meant.
No married couple puts their kid in the master bedroom while taking the smaller guest room. This means Evelyn and Emma share the master, while Adrian sleeps alone in the guest room.
If they’re truly the loving couple Adrian claims they are, why sleep separately?
Evelyn returned with a first aid kit, her movements cautious as she approached.
“Mr. Parker,” she said evenly, “I hope you won’t hold this against my daughter. She’s only four.”
I looked directly at her. “I can let it go,” I said, “but on one condition – you treat my wound.”
Something flickered across her face before she nodded. “That’s reasonable. My daughter hurt you, so I should help.” She opened the kit, then frowned. “We’re out of bandages. Can you stop the bleeding for now until someone brings supplies?”
I eyed her suspiciously but agreed. “Fine, but hurry.”
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