Love Is Bad, By All Means
Chapter 27 Protect You Secretly

Sherry wished Will could face the music. To choose Emma who was just an emotional body without any benefits or interests.

"What benefits do I have to be with you in your opinion?"

Will took over a rod at the door fiercely after his words, and striking hard on the strong men at the door. The rod was broken into half and the man's arm was slit open with blood dripping. "You bastard are asking for death?"

His ugly features twisted together unhappily. Other men behind him were about to charge. He raised his arm and walked forward to fight against Will.

To his surprise a heavy punch fell on his ugly face again to strike him onto the floor. Will didn't hesitate at all and the lifted his right hand to punch him on his puffy face.

A few punches later, the nose flood flew out all over his face. He looked up to the fierce will with watery eyes to realize Will was like crazy.

"Who wants to come for a one-on-one fight?"

Will got up from the ugly man and shaking the blood from his hand, staring at the men around. All were silent in a daze. Nobody dared to come closer. "Stop!"

A sound was echoing in the room.

Sherry pushed the people aside and walked from the inside. Will looked the same as before, except a bit aged with time.

"Will, you will pay for what you did today!"

Afterward, Sherry left with disappointment together with those hired men out of the house. The ugly man looked indifferently before he left the house. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

As soon as they left, Will hasted to the couch and get Emma up.

There were just some scratches at her arms. Fortunately, no serious damage. But in his eyes, those scratches looked enormous, which made him sad too. "Does it hurt? I fetch the medicine box. Sit and don't move!"

"I'm okay. Thank you!"

She lowered her head, replied coldly.

But he continued as if he didn't hear a thing. He came to the table and got the medicine box. His silence irritated Emma.

"I said, I don't need it. You can leave now!"

She took off the jacket on herself and threw it back to Will. Afterwards, she walked in just a piece of vest to the bedroom and closed the door heavily.

Will saw she was excited, and then he put away the medicine box, walked out of the house, closing the door gently. He didn't leave, but sit at a big stone near the door.

In the evening, her father made a strange noise at eh bedroom, which awaken Sherry from the dream. She got up immediately.

Suzie went home already. There were only her and her father. Emma put on a coat and went over.

"Hmmm..."

Her father was groaning with hands holding tightly at the side of the beds, trying to pull himself to the wheel chair. He was sweating heavily. After several endeavor but in vain. "Dad, why not call me? Here I am!"

Emma was complaining and got up in hast to hold his shoulders.

"You are busy with business in the day time. I just wanted to go to bathroom. I can handle it!"

He was murmuring out of embarrassment.

She pushed him to the bathroom and waited outside, body against the wall.

However, her father fell to the floor again. After all, he was getting weaker and weaker.

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She couldn't go inside but had the door open with a slot, which she could talk through.

"You ask Will to come in. He took care of such things before!"

His words startled her still on the floor. She didn't know what to do, thinking of the man she chased out of the house.

Emma gritted her teeth and rushed into the bathroom. She helped him out of the floor difficultly. Such a simply action wore her out completely.

"Will left already. I won't call him too. So I am the one to take care of these in future!""

Her father looked sadly disappointed.

"Emma, I know you were not in good mood. I knew everything at the table that day. No matter how many problems you had with Will, he was not a bad man. When I was sick, he was always taking care of me no matter what. Just want you to know it!"

His warm firm hand put on her should, sweat dripping from his face. His face looked still kind and warm.

Emma wanted to say something but then stopped. She embraced her father and started to cry.