Chapter 292: No Regrets
The last time that Jane had come home to find Emily on the carpet. It had been because of Derek Haven. Now she had come home, and found her once again on the very same carpet. And guess whose fault it was?
Derek Haven...again. Throughout her life, Jane had tried her best not to actively dislike anyone but she had to hand it to him. Derek Haven was making it very difficult for Jane to stick to that belief. What was it about that young man that just set Emily off? Sure he came from a rich family and was well connected, but that gave him no right to toy with Emily’s heart.
He could have any girl out there that he wanted. Supermodels, celebrities, artists, fashion designers, you name them he could have them. So why on earth did he seem to take great joy in tormenting Jane’s daughter? Given that Emily had already been well past drunk by the time that Jane had come home from work. There was really no getting a straight answer from her.
So far what Jane had been able to piece together was that Emily had gone to Haven Group to handle some unfinished business. While there she had run into Derek and he had taunted her? Jane was not too sure on that part. But it sounded like he had been playing mind games. Trying to get under Emily’s skin.
From the looks of it, he had succeeded. Emily was not one to drink, let alone to drink so much that she ended up barely able to string words together. "Again, again..." Emily slurred.
Grabbing a bottle of wine and pulling her glass closer. "Here let me pour for myself first then I will pour for you," Jane told her and Emily complied easily letting go of the bottle.
After pouring what barely counted as a sip for Emily, Jane poured her own glass. "Mine is tiny," Emily complained. Her head pillowed on her hand. Jane turned to her, giving her a light smile. "That’s because I’m still pouring for myself,"
"I will pour more for you once you are done, all right?" Jane said, and Emily nodded, trusting. She pulled the glass closer to herself, and lowered her head, but she did not manage to bring it to her lips. She miscalculated, her head, hitting the table with a dull thud.
For a few moments she stayed there unmoving, and Jane actually worried that she had been badly hurt. Then her shoulders began to shake. Gently at first, and then in a matter of seconds Emily’s entire frame was trembling, as her sobbing overcame her. Reaching for the glass of wine. Jane pried it from Emily’s loose grip, and put it as far away from them as possible. Then she did the same with her own.
That done, she scooted closer and pulled Emilly towards her, her daughter’s head lolling until it settled against the crook of her neck.
Jane’s shirt got wet almost instantly, Emily’s tears soaking through.
But she did not care about that. Instead she focused on making soothing sounds. Gently undoing the braid that Emily had pulled her hair into.