Chapter 11
On the other side, Emery had already picked up the medical report from the hospital.
The doctor’s words still echoed in his cars. “Severe malnutrition, anemia, and stomach problems. What has happened to this poor young girl?
“Mr. Wilson, surely the Wilson family isn’t so poor that they can’t even provide a meal for her, right?”
As Emery thought back now, his heart still ached painfully, and his hand holding the report trembled uncontrollably.
When Aubree first returned to the Wilson family, she went for a check-up at the hospital. Although she dressed plainly, all her health indicators were fine. So, how did she end up with so many health issues after three years?
The term “malnutrition” on Miss Wilson was simply laughable.
Standing before the Wilson family’s villa, Emery felt as if the paper in his hand weighed a ton. Aubree’s pitiful expressions flashed before his eyes again, making his eyes sting with tears.
‘How could I have been so harsh on her before? She is our treasure. How did she end up like this after being recovered?’ he murmured inwardly.
It was only when Wendy saw him standing at the door that she hurriedly invited him inside, “Mr. Wilson, why aren’t you coming in?
“Mr. and Mrs. Wilson are back and celebrating Miss Carmen Wilson getting into the training camp of Rithol Art School. They’re waiting for you.”
Emery felt dizzy. While Aubree was still out there alone, not sure if she could get enough to eat, his parents were in the mood to celebrate Carmen’s birthday.
He felt suffocated.
With heavy steps, Emery entered the house where food filled an entire long table-appetizing dishes everywhere.
Yet it was in such a home that they raised a girl who ended up with anemia and malnutrition.
Something choked him in his throat.
‘What exactly has Aubree been through these past few years in this family?’ he couldn’t help wondering.
Seeing him at this hour made Ronald unhappy. “Emery, didn’t I send you a message early on that we’re celebrating for Carmen today? Why did you only come back now?”
Emery opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say, and finally mumbled, “I went to the hospital.”
Hearing this, Carmen immediately looked concerned. “Emery, are you sick?”
“No,” Emery replied flatly, “I went to get Aubree’s medical report.”
Aubree’s name cooled down everyone instantly.
Ronald frowned immediately. “Why bring up such bad luck?”
‘Bad luck?!’ Emery couldn’t believe his ears.
He remembered when Aubree first went missing, his father would smoke all night long and secretly cry over her photo countless times behind closed doors. Yet now, his father considered,her bad luck.
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A surge of fury erupted within him.
Emery held up the report, adding, “Do you know what it says? Anemia, malnutrition, stomach problems… Do you remember her initial check-up results when she came home? After living here for three years, look at what happened!”
Alice, Emery’s mother, also widened her eyes upon hearing this. “How could she be malnourished? Is this report real, or did Aubree bribe someone to fake it?”
Daxton nodded. “She wouldn’t hesitate to do something like that.”
Bryan frowned. “When did we ever not provide her with meals at home?”
Trevor yawned indifferently. “Just ask Wendy and we’ll know.”
Clearly, no one really cared about Aubree’s condition and even thought it might be some trick of hers.
To say there was no disappointment would be a lie, but what truly pained Emery was the realization that he once was part of it, too.
‘Back then, how desperate must Aubree have felt being treated like this by everyone around her! We pushed her away bit by bit, Emery thought.
Wendy came over quickly.
Alice asked, “Did Aubree not follow the dietitian’s meal plan?”
“She followed it for all three meals, and we also watched her closely to make sure she didn’t eat an extra bite,” Wendy replied honestly.
“Only three meals?” Emery caught the key point.
Wendy felt a bit puzzled but still answered truthfully, “Yes, three meals.”
Emery’s hand holding the report was trembling. Everyone in the Wilson family knew that the amount of food Aubree was allowed per meal was pitifully small.
If she were only eating three meals a day during her growing phase, she wouldn’t get enough nutrition, and not starving to death was already a blessing for her.
The other Wilsons soon sensed something was off, too.
