Chapter 126
Love at the Wrong Table
Chapter 126
Emmanuel didnât know how many hobbies Mackenzie had. However, on
the rare occasion when she was free, she would engage in idyllic
activities, such as tending to potted plants or drawing.
At that moment, she seemed tranquil and divine, much like the first time
Emmanuel met her.
Itâs truly a blessing that I can return to a wife like her at home. In an instant,
he felt his weariness had vanished.
âYouâre back?â asked Mackenzie without turning her head.
âYeah. Have you eaten yet, Ms. Quillen?â
Emmanuel always assumed Mackenzie was just an executive instead of
the daughter of a rich family with housekeepers serving her. Hence, he
couldnât help but worry that she would starve when she was alone for not
knowing how to cook.
âI did. I bought food for you too. Itâs sitting in the microwave. If youâre full,
you can throw it away.â The moment Mackenzie finished her sentence,
Emmanuel headed into the kitchen.
He hadnât eaten anything yet. It was nine at night when he left the police
station, so he thought about having instant noodles at home for dinner.
Thus, he was surprised she bought something for him.
As Mackenzie watched him devour the takeout she bought in the living
room, she couldnât help but grin. He eats like a ghost who died of
starvation. How unsightly.
After a while, she approached him. âYour uncle was smuggled to northern
Manchernius thirtyâfour days ago. Heâs part of an online scam, baiting
innocents into an online casino.â
Emmanuel was stunned before he turned to Mackenzie in shock.
Instead of commenting on his reaction, she continued, âThere are others
like him, dreaming of getting rich quickly. Among the eleven of them,
seven have successfully returned to the country. The ransom was only
thirty thousand. The one hundred and sixty thousand was just something
your granddad made up!â
âWhat?â Emmanuel was taken aback before rage colored his
countenance.
âAre you doubting me? Do you not believe your granddad is lying to you?â
âNo, no! I believe you, Ms. Quillen! Youâre a hundred times more trustworthy
than my granddad!â
A giddy smile settled on Mackenzieâs face after listening to his words and
observing his expression. âNaturally. I donât like lying, after all.â
Upon ending her sentence, she felt guilty. Despite what I said, I still havenât
told him my true identity!
Emmanuel didnât notice her microâexpressions and tightened his fists. This
is exactly the kind of thing my granddad would do! If he werenât a terrible
man, he wouldnât have raised my uncle to be equally horrendous, too.
âThereâs one more thing. My friend working at a private university in
ë
Yeringham noticed something odd about a new student applying for
sponsored admission. His name is Jamison Cadigan, and his fatherâs
name is the same as your uncleâs!â As Mackenzie spoke, she sent
Emmanuel Jamisonâs application form.
In response, Emmanuel gandered at it. Yeah, heâs definitely my cousin,
Jamison. His high school grades are awful, yet he still wants to study at a
private university. The admission fee is exactly fifty thousand, and the
latest payment date is in three days! I think I understand whatâs going on
now!
He was so engulfed in fury that he lost his appetite and punched the
couch. I canât believe I have such shameless relatives!
Meanwhile, Mackenzie wasnât sure if he connected all the dots, so she
continued, âClearly, your uncle was blinded by greed and went to northern
Manchernius. If he wished to return, he needed to pay the ransom of thirty
thousand. As for the remaining fifty thousand, your grandfather was
planning to use it to help your cousin enter a university!â
Emmanuel nodded. No wonder Jamison seems so impatient today and
pushed Roselynn. Heâs not doing it for his irresponsible father but for
himself!
âThank you for helping me again, Ms. Quillen!â As furious as Emmanuel
was, he still wanted to thank Mackenzie first.
In response, Mackenzie acted cool. âNo need to thank me. I just so
happened to learn the news. Besides, itâs not difficult to discover this.â