Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 533

Chapter 533

“Why don’t you ladies go back?” Emmanuel said. “I’ll keep going. If I find the

botany, I’ll get the Verdant Bloom for your mother.”

“I won’t drag you down, I swear.” Sarah shook her head. “This is what I want to

There was no need for her to insist, but Emmanuel thought she had a point.

“Fine. We’ll go together, but you can always quit if you can’t go on anymore.”

“Sure, Emmanuel,” said Sarah.

The trio went ahead, and the grass was slowly turning into thick patches of

green. There were even brambles tripping them up, and the branches and

leaves were as sharp as knives.

All of a sudden, Suri screamed, and Emmanuel looked back. The maid’s arm.

was cut open by a branch and blood was trickling down the wound.

“Are you alright, Suri?” Sarah quickly approached Suri and whipped out a

bandage to cover the wound.

“I don’t think I can go on, Miss Sarah.” Suri gave Sarah an apologetic look.

Emmanuel was here to search for his mentor, while Sarah was here to help

her mother, but Suri had no reason to go on.

“It’s alright. You can go back. I have Emmanuel with me, so I’ll be fine,” said

Sarah.

Suri nodded and turned back, giving up on the trek. Emmanuel walked

toward Sarah and heaved a sigh. “I know you love your mother, but this is a

really bad place to be. You’re kind of a rich lady, so are you sure you want to

keep going?”

“I can take this, Emmanuel.” Sarah smiled, adamant about seeing this

through.

Emmanuel crouched down and noticed that Sarah’s pants were torn. The

sharp brambles and branches had cut her skin as well, but she didn’t even

complain once.

Sarah quickly put on a smile. “Sorry, Emmanuel. It’s not like I wanted to dress

pretty for this. The pants I was using for climbing got torn. You know who did

Emmanuel was surprised that she was still smiling, and he sighed. He was a

guy, and even he could imagine the pain Sarah must be enduring, especially

when her legs were all cut up. “You should go back, Sarah. I’ll get the flower

for you. You did well enough.” He still wanted her to back off.

“Fine.” Sarah pouted unhappily, but then she smiled. “Be careful, then. Don’t

get in trouble, and come back if there’s any danger.”

“I know.” Emmanuel didn’t tell her that he had survived worse places.

In the end, Sarah left. Just when Emmanuel was about to shed some gear

and travel light, a scream came from behind. “Sarah!” He quickly ran back

and saw Sarah fall on the ground, the jutting stones and branches cutting

her up.

“Are you alright, Sarah?” He leaped down to her and looked around. She

tripped on a stone and fell.

The pain made Sarah frown, and sweat drenched her head, but she

stubbornly said, “I’m fine, Emmanuel. I–I can…” She tried to stand up, but all

strength was sapped from her left leg, and she fell on Emmanuel.