Chapter 137

Angeline felt incapable of loving someone again. Her heart harbored only deep-seated hatred.
“Hatred, huh?”
A voice echoed from the doorway.
Angeline turned her head. She saw an elderly gentleman standing at the door. He was about Robert’s age. His eyes sparkled with kindness. He held a tray with a pot of chamomile tea.
She recognized him. He seemed to be the Lawson family’s retired butler. She recalled Sean’s assistant, Taylor, had mentioned that Paul Danvers, the retired butler, had been managing a farm for Robert on the outskirts of Krontos for many years.
“What?”
Angeline looked at Paul in puzzlement.
Paul approached Angeline with a smile. He placed the small table by her bed and set the teapot before her.
“I mean, Ms. Emmerson, you must hold onto that hatred in your heart. It will give you the strength to face challenges head-on! Constantly yielding and running away from trouble isn’t the Lawson way.
“We believe in repaying our debts, whether in kindness or vengeance. Forgiveness is God’s work, not ours,” he explained.
Angeline was confused.
“If that’s the case, why hasn’t the Lawson family taken revenge on the Emmerson family?”
“Who says we haven’t? Why do you think the entire Emmerson village is struggling in poverty? To let them see the world’s prosperity, yet forever confine them to the lowest rungs of society, unable to break free despite their efforts. Isn’t that more interesting than simply killing them?”
Angeline suddenly understood that the Lawson family had indeed spared her intentionally.
Over the years, the Emmerson family’s village had become increasingly impoverished. It appeared that no college students were coming out from there anymore.
“From now on, I will be looking after your living necessities,” Paul said gently.
“And the lives of the little ones in your womb.”
Angeline’s eyes widened. She placed her hand on her abdomen.
“But didn’t you want my kidney
“That was just Mr. Lawson Senior’s test for you, Ms. Emmerson. You don’t really need a kidney transplant. It’s just that you’ve been under a lot of stress,” he reassured her.
Meanwhile, on the way back to the Lawson residence, Monica glanced at Taylor, who was driving. She then turned to Sean, who was resting with his eyes closed.
“I met Ms. Emmerson in Ravonia.”
Sean turned to look at Monica with a darkening expression.
“I heard about Ms. Emmerson’s troubles. You might not have received the message I asked her to convey,” Monica said with a gentle smile.
“Mr. Lawson, let’s cooperate! You need the status of a Scott son-in-law to secure your position at Lawson Global, and I need a husband from the Lawson family to compete with my sisters for the Scott inheritance.
“We can both get what we need. Even a sham marriage would suffice.”
Sean remained silent as he looked at Monica’s forthright smile.
She continued, “I’m not the type to be entangled in sentimental affairs. You must be aware of the Scott family situation. My father was destined to have no sons, only three daughters. The successor will definitely be one of us.
“My eldest sister has the support of our uncle’s family, and my second sister has my mother’s backing. I, on the other hand, have the most challenging route to claim the Scott inheritance. Thus, I need the backing of a powerful family like the Lawsons.”
“I’m not interested in supporting the Scott family,” Sean spoke calmly.
“Nor am I interested in your family’s inheritance disputes. The Lawson family, a deeply rooted family in Krontos, doesn’t need the status of a Scott son-in-law to secure its footing.”
“It’s simply a suggestion. Mr. Lawson, please consider it! There will come a time when you’ll need the Scott family,” Monica said.
She took no offense.
“We can sign a contract ensuring our assets remain separate. If you ever wish to marry someone, I’m willing to divorce immediately. Oh… If you and Ms. Emmerson are still married, we can simply announce our engagement for now.”