Chapter 809 Seeing Lucia

Since Spencer came today, Lucia was determined to ask him what he planned to do, who he had made a deal with, and what purpose he had achieved.

So, squinting her eyes slightly, Lucia stared at the cabin door, motionless.

At this time outside the cabin door, Esmae still did not sit down. Even though she knew she was in danger, her self-esteem did not allow her to bow her head to Spencer.

"So what if this is the high seas?" Esmae finally spoke, with a reprimand in her voice. "As long as you do something to me, everything you want will be turned into nothing, and you won't even be able to catch a speck of it!"

"Not necessarily," Spencer said, raising his eyebrows.

"I've had enough of being angry with you for so long. Compared to Lucia's blatant indifference and neglect, your use and repeated prevarications disgust me more. If you push me, I don't want anything, as long as I can repay you the grievances I have suffered for a long time!"

Spencer's words were vicious, but Esmae showed no fear. She still stared at him coldly, with the contempt seeping from the bottom of her heart.

"Then try it! But I bet you don't dare. You are too greedy for power, wealth, selfish hatred and glory. I bet you will choose the latter!"

The most primitive desire in his heart was seen through without any suspense. Spencer curled his lips consciously. Seeing that he couldn't intimidate Esmae, he could only stand up slowly, and said with a smile,

"Ms. Wilson, you're being serious. I'm just talking angrily. Since I brought you here, what's wrong with letting you meet Lucia and that child..."

After speaking, he raised his hand to Dan, and Dan took the key and walked to the cabin door. With a flick of the key, the cabin door was slightly opened. The light outside the cabin door was bright, but the cabin was dark.

Esmae turned around immediately when she heard the noise. She didn't expect Lucia and the baby to be locked in the cabin behind her. It turned out that she was so close to them. "Ms. Wilson, please." Spencer said lightly, and Dan moved slightly out of the way.

Esmae gave Spencer a cold look, and when she turned around, her heart was pounding again. In order not to let others notice that her hands were trembling, she clasped her hands and pressed them tightly against her abdomen for calming herself down.

Walking to the cabin door, Esmae stretched out her hand and pushed the door open. Light swarmed in according to the angle of the door opening. With the light coming in from behind, she saw a figure sitting by the bed, a figure she was all too familiar with. Yes, she was also the child she cared about...

Sadness welled up in her heart, and bursts of pain spread all over her body. Before she could speak, Esmae's eyes were already red.

Beside the bed, Lucia was fully vigilant when the key was turned and the cabin door was slightly opened, ready to confront Spencer at any time, but when the cabin door was pushed open, the figure reflected in the sudden light appeared at the moment, Lucia held her breath for an instant. Her pair of bright eyes widened to the extreme, staring at the figure in disbelief.

Esmae recognized Lucia. How could Lucia not recognize her!

"Ms. Wilson, talk first. I have to close the door." Just as Esmae and Lucia faced each other silently in the dark because of shock, Spencer's slow voice sounded faintly, and then the door behind Esmae was closed.

The light was forced to evacuate, and the darkness came again, but at this moment, both Esmae and Lucia felt extremely relieved.

They didn't know how long it took. Lucia broke the silence with calling her "auntie" slightly, and the next second, Esmae rushed towards the direction that had been firmly imprinted in her mind just now, and hugged the child she was thinking of.

"Lucia ... you have suffered..." Her distressed words were accompanied by tears and choked sobs.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Lucia was feeling sore, and all the emotions poured out of her heart with tears. She buried her head in Esmae's familiar and warm embrace, sobbing that she couldn't speak.

When she was holding the trembling body in her arms, Esmae's remorse and sadness reached the extreme, and she couldn't speak anymore. The two hugged like this, letting tears help vent all their emotions. The grievances in her heart clamored to vent, but Lucia did not lose her mind. She buried her head in tears for a while, then she suddenly raised her head, looked at Esmae's faintly shining eyes in the dark, and asked with sobs,

"Auntie! Did you come here by yourself?!"

The excitement of seeing Esmae again was shattered and a sense of foreboding gripped Lucia.

"Well, I came by myself." Esmae said softly, wiping away tears.

"Auntie, you..." Lucia felt very uncomfortable. She knew that Esmae must be willing to come alone for her own sake. This was no difference from giving her life to Spencer. Needless to say, she was moved, but she was even more worried. So, she kept saying,

"Why are you so impulsive? Now Spencer is crazy. He can do anything!"

"As long as I can see you, I'm not afraid of anything." Her eyes had adapted to the darkness, and Esmae could see Lucia's pitiful appearance clearly. She raised her hand to gently wipe away her tears, and said guiltily,

"It's all my fault. Otherwise you wouldn't be what you are today."

Lucia shook her head hastily. Before she could speak, Esmae asked again,

"Where's the baby? Is she okay?"

Lucia nodded, looked at the crib beside her and said, "She's been very good during this time..."

"I'll take a look at the baby." Esmae felt sorry for the baby, and after saying that, she wanted to walk to the crib in the darkness.

"I'm going to turn on the light." Lucia said quickly.

"No, I can see. Don't let the lights disturb the baby." Esmae said thoughtfully, wiped the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes, and walked slowly to the crib.

On the bed, with the light that penetrated slightly from the porthole, Esmae saw the baby lying safely in it. She was wrapped in swaddling clothes, with her two little hands around her immature cheeks. She was like a little angel.

Seeing such a baby, even though there were still tears in the corners of her eyes, Esmae couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips slightly, and said in a low voice,

"Baby, Grandma came to see you. I'm sorry. It's all because of me that I made you and your mother suffer."

"Auntie, don't say that..." Lucia didn't want Esmae to blame herself so much.

"That's the truth. If I hadn't been blinded and insisted on going my own way, you and the baby could actually go back to Arthur... I really..." As she spoke, Esmae's voice choked up again, and she was very sad because she knew that no more apologies would be made. Words can't make up for the damage she had done to Lucia and the baby.

Lucia frowned tightly, still wanting to speak. The comforting words lingered on her lips for several times, but she couldn't say it.