章 10: Recovery
"Emma, I promise I'll find you a man who'll love you more than you could ever imagine," Sasha resolved in her heart.
She was happy with Emma's decision to let go of Max but she was still worried about all the sadness Emma will have to face.
She sat near the bed for a long time, her thoughts unknown as she gently stroked Emma's face from time to time.
2 MONTHS LATER
Emma was finally discharged from the hospital. About half a month back, the doctor had told her about her hand but he had toned it down a lot. Saying, it'll after some recuperation but Emma knew better. And she had come to terms with it as well.
She still felt a stinging pain in her heart as she thought about Max but it had also progressed to her having somewhat control over her emotions.
She had stopped her family from breaking off business ties with the Davies family as it would result in their loss as well.
Emma could be said to be coping well with this breakup than she had thought that she would.
She got many calls from Jennifer, Susan, and Olivia but their attitude that day revealed many things to her. And now she would not take them back. Especially Jennifer who was the mastermind behind this.
Her Mom also told her about the snarky remarks left by Jennifer's mom.
So, now she was left with no friends and no relationship.
Life was pretty good.
Emma saw the blue sky as soon as she walked out of the exit into the hospital's parking lot.
Her Grandfather had provided her with the best treatment possible considering how the hospital was their own, it was not like they could mistreat her but still, she was touched by his attention and apology.
'I'll thank him once I get home,' Emma thought as a smile crept onto her lips. For the first time in the past 2 months, she felt good.
Her Mom rolled down the window as she drove up to her. She got out and opened the passenger door for her.
"Mom, It's not like both of my hands are injured. I can open a door at least," Emma rolled her eyes at her.
Her Mom laughed softly at her antics, probably happy to see her going back to her original personality.
"I know, but what to do I want to pretend that I care about you," She smiled as she hinted to me about the presence of paparazzi.
'Looks like everyone on the premises knows about my situation,' Emma sighed at the thought.
She quickly got into the seat and fastened her seatbelt with her left hand. She had learned to do a lot of things with her left hand.
Mrs. Woods got in and drove past the hospital gates.
"Who told them?" Emma asked about the reporters.
"It's not like you need to invite them or anything," Mrs. Woods said as she stopped at the signal.
"That's true. Why are they so interested in me?" Emma questioned even though she had a hunch of what could have transpired.
"Someone from the attendees was recording the whole drama and posted it online. While we were in the hospital, it went viral and it was too late to bring it down when we realized so we left it"
"I'm guessing you know who posted it online and have plans to deal with them. That's why you are so relaxed."
"Maybe," Mrs. Woods said wanting to sound mysterious but her proud brows gave away the answer.
"By the way, what have you cooked to welcome me home?" Emma said changing the subject. 'I'll look into this matter when I get back.' She had to catch up a lot as she was cooped up in the hospital without any internet to focus on recovery but now it was different.
'I'm a petty person and I'll make everyone who schemed against me regret it.'
"I've prepared a lot of things. Except for seafood, you can expect every other thing you can think of."
"I'll look forward to it," Emma gave her a toothy grin.
She had learned to mask her emotions. And no one could hurt her now.
She went home, ate the single bowl of porridge cooked for her contrary to her beliefs, thanked her grandfather, and went to her room.
Emma took a shower with much difficulty, trying to avoid wetting her plastered hand, and came out. She threw the towel in the basket and took out her iPad.
Logging into her account, she went online. There was much news displayed on the homepage and among them was the news of her recovery.
Emma immediately clicked on the article. It began with a brief intro to the cause of her sickness. The more she read, the more irritated she became.
'Why does it look like it is written by someone who hates me?'
The article showed how Emma had gotten the karma of her actions. The arrogant, rich third-generation who mistreated her friends and slapped her fiancé had received the consequences of mistreating them.
Many comments wrote that she deserved it. And how horrible of a person she was.
Emma felt nauseous as she read the posts that had been slandering her name.
'How could they write these mean things when they don't even know me?' She became depressed.
She wanted to cry but she had promised herself not to cry no matter what.
It hurt but she would not let these people decide her life.
'When did you care about other people's opinions? That's right. I'm Emma Woods, I should not care about how others see me because I'm above this.' Emma quickly regained her sanity.
She sat there for a while, then changed clothes and went downstairs.
She wore a grey sweater with black jeans and Adidas shoes. Mrs. Woods was in the kitchen when Emma called her out.
"Mom, I'm going to the salon," Mrs. Woods came out almost immediately.
"Is everything fine? Why all of a sudden?"
"I just want to get a nice massage and a hair wash," Emma lied.
"Wait, I'll go with you," Mrs. Woods said going upstairs when Emma grabbed her hand.
"It's not like I'm a child mom. I'm an adult."
"Are you sure?" Mrs. Woods sounded concerned.
"Yes, I'm sure beautiful lady. Now go and do what you were doing."
Emma asked the driver to drop her at the salon. She looked outside the window at the fleeting scenery. Her thoughts were unknown.
They arrived at the Salon and she went inside. It was the salon where she frequented so not having a prior appointment wasn't that much of an issue.
Emma asked the staff for Granny Karen, the owner's nickname. Emma didn't know why she was nicknamed so but she had been called that for many years.
Granny Karen was 29 years old and was a redhead with a strong personality. Emma waited there for 20 minutes when she finally came.
"How many times do I have to ask you to give me a heads-up before coming here?" The moment she entered the private room, she started nagging.
"I guess that's why you are called a Granny despite your young age," Emma said knowing how much she hated this nickname.
"Why are you here?" She ignored what Emma said and casually asked.
"To dye my hair" She was startled as Emma had been strongly against it when she had mentioned it previously.
"Why would you want-" She was in the middle of her sentence when someone rudely barged into the private room.
It was the trio.
Emma glanced at the door to find Jennifer standing there. Behind her, Susan and Olivia were also present.
She sighed as she looked into the mirror.
'Judging from their posture, they are here to create another scene.'
Granny Karen frowned as she looked at the trio. She hated attention seekers like them.
She immediately got up and asked, "Do you have any business here?" Her tone was chilly.
'She's annoyed' Emma thought.
Emma wasn't too concerned by their arrival because no matter what they do, they'll only be making a fool of themselves here.
It would be a lie to say Emma didn't regret taking them to her favorite salon. She hated her previous self.
'Why was I so blind to not see through them?' Emma felt a headache incoming.
"Oh, W-we just saw our best friend whom we have been unable to contact for a long time here, so we came in without any thought. I hope you can forgive us." Jennifer knew how to twist words to be in her favor.
Now it looked like she was concerned about her friend who has been missing in action and finally seeing her unexpectedly made her act without thinking.
"You must have lost your etiquette along with your mind to barge in like that" But Karen wasn't buying it.
'That's why she's called Karen. She nags like a granny and speaks sharply like a Karen.' Emma thought back to their previous conversation.
That was one of Emma's bad habits, she zoned out in the middle of important events.
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