After getting out of the car, Henry rushed straight into the house door, seemingly forgetting that I was still in the passenger seat.

The pain in my toes was almost pulling on my nerves. I looked down and found that my thumb was turned outward, completely numb and on the verge of numbness, and the oozing blood had smeared my entire long high heels.

“Henry……”

I instinctively reached out to ask Henry to hold me up.

But I couldn't even catch the corner of his coat, watching his eager back rush in.

At that moment, my heart sank to the bottom.

I got off the vehicle with great difficulty. Every step I took felt as if I were stepping on the edge of a knife.

Henry wouldn't do that to me. He was just too worried about Emma, after all, they grew up together.

I consoled myself in my heart, but I couldn't suppress that heavy sadness.

Halfway through, Henry came back and said apologetically to me, "Forgive me Violet, I was too impulsive."

Looking into Henry's apologetic eyes, I felt strange about him.

Henry's emotions have never been shown before. He has always been reserved, but there are times when he can't control his emotions.

I don't want to throw a tantrum at this time. I just want to make sure that Emma is okay quickly and then get out of here.

So I gave in again, shook my head at Henry, and walked with him into the Barclay house.

This wasn't my first visit to the Barclay family, but every time I was amazed by its splendor.

Emma is truly a noble lady.

But at this moment, she curled up in a corner of the sofa, not allowing anyone to approach.

When Mrs. Barkley saw us coming, as if she had seen God, she took Henry's hand and said, "Hurry up and persuade Emma. She can scare me half to death in one night and won't listen to anything."

Emma had changed from her usual cold and elegant appearance. Her hair was in a jumble, her face was buried in her knees, her body was trembling, her eyes were wandering, and her bare skin was full of bluish-purple marks.

A few ropes were scattered around her, as if they were for hanging.

The moment Henry saw Emma, he let go of my hand.

He approached her, crouched down in front of the sofa and said softly, "Emma, it's me. What's wrong with you?"

Henry's voice, like a gentle spring breeze, reached my ears as if it had been a long time ago, so long ago that it was so soft that I had never heard it before.

Unlike his tenderness towards me, Henry's towards Emma is an untouchable yet approachable feeling.

I was startled by my own thought.

By the time I came to my senses, Emma had thrown herself into Henry's arms.

She burst into tears, grasping Henry's arm tightly, with tears falling on his neck like a pitiful little cat.

“Henry…… I can't survive. I can't... I feel so dirty..."

Emma's voice was full of fragility and, like her person, looked broken.

As the words fell, Henry's jaw tightened and his eyes darkened.

He turned and asked Mrs. Barkley, "Auntie, what happened tonight?"

'Don't say it! Please, don't say it, all of you get out, all of you get out to me! ' Emma went crazy all of a sudden, her eyes red.

Henry soothed her over and over again as if he were protecting a rare treasure.

"What are you still standing there for? Get out right now. '

I knew I probably shouldn't have bothered, but the sound of Mrs. Barkley's expulsion was like a sharp blade, piercing deep into my heart.

My eyes fell on Henry, and I tried to make eye contact with him, hoping he could say something for me.

But Henry was so preoccupied with Emma that he didn't care about me.

"The neighbor they grew up with since childhood, it's only right for Henry to comfort Emma, and when Emma is hurt, don't you even have a little sympathy? What ill-mannered! ' Mrs. Barkley's words were sharp and mean, every word hitting my heart.