Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
Chapter 121

Chapter 121

“Come home right this instant, Emmanuel! Granddad and the others are

here!”

Sure enough, Roselynn was calling him to ask for help.

“All right; I’ll head home right away!” Emmanuel replied and hung up the

phone without any further questions.

Having dealt with Hermann and those from his household, Emmanuel

knew just how unreasonable they could be.

Fearing that Alessandra and Roselynn wouldn’t be able to handle them, he

decided to head back immediately.

“I need to go home urgently, Ms. Quillen. I’m afraid I may not be coming

back later in the afternoon,” Emmanuel told Mackenzie before leaving.

Mackenzie nodded. “All right. Just give me a call if you need anything.”

Despite her casual attitude, her words filled Emmanuel’s heart with a

warm sensation.

Meanwhile, things were starting to get out of hand at the Lowe residence.

Hermann, his wife, and their two grandchildren had been causing a ruckus

since early in the morning.

“Well? Say something, Alessandra! Don’t forget that Emerson is your

brother!” Hermann yelled while jabbing a finger at Alessandra.

Back then, it was the norm for people to get married and have kids at a

young age. Hermann had Alessandra when he was eighteen, so he was

only seventy–five years old at the moment. Not only was he still in decent

shape, but he was also a lot healthier than Alessandra.

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“I know Emerson is my brother, Dad! I want him to come back alive too, but

we really don’t have that much money!” Alessandra exclaimed with a

helpless look on her face.

As though they were faced with a powerful enemy, Roselynn stood behind

Alessandra to back her up. They were determined not to pay Hermann the

eighty thousand no matter what.

Why should we pay money to help Uncle Emerson? He only comes to us

whenever he needs money, and he has never helped our family out even

once! Why should we save him when he’s the one who got himself into

trouble?

“Hmph! Even if you don’t have the money, your children probably do! Why

don’t you ask them for the money?” Hermann asked, getting straight to

the point.

His wife, Olivia Lachner, played along and added softly, “Alessandra, I had

a really hard time giving birth to your brother, you know? Our family will be

done for if anything happens to him!”

Alessandra’s eyes teared up when she heard that.

Emerson may be a total bum, but he is still my brother!

“Roselynn, could you and Manny maybe help out a little?”

Alessandra had no other choice but to ask Roselynn for help.

“Help? What for?” Roselynn was no longer the naïve and innocent girl she

used to be. “We lent him tens of thousands to pay off his gambling debt

three years ago, and he hasn’t paid us back! That’s our hard–earned

money!”

“What are you trying to say, Roselynn? Are you going to just sit by and do

nothing?” a chubby guy shouted and gave Roselynn a hard shove.

That guy was Emerson’s son, Jamison Cadigan.

He had just turned eighteen that year, but he had gotten really tall and

strong over the past three years. One push from him was enough to knock

Roselynn to the floor.

“Hey! What are you doing, Jamison? How could you hit Roselynn like that?”

said Henrietta Cadigan.

She was Emerson’s eldest daughter and had turned twenty–two that year.

She hardly spoke much due to her inferiority complex, but she was close

with Roselynn and wanted to help her up.

Jamison, too, used to be bullied as a kid. That resulted in him being a

coward when dealing with outsiders. When he was at home, however, he

had a tendency to do as he pleased because Hermann doted on him.

Being the physically strongest person in the house, he had no reason to

fear any repercussions. “So what if I hit her? Dad is her uncle! A heartless

woman like her deserves to be hit!”

“Well done! You need to hit women every now and then, or they’ll forget

their place!” Hermann complimented him.