Emmett's Mom From Switched At Birth นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Dinora looked at me with rage, with hatred. “I remember everything,” Emmett said in a broken voice. “I thought you were a mother to me. I loved you, respected you, defended you, and even spoiled you, but it was all a lie. And not only did you kill my father, but you tried to finish me off, yet here I am, alive and safe.” Dinora opened and closed her mouth in a complete state of shock, as if the situation had overwhelmed her, as if the situation had struck her.

Life was unfolding beautifully, and I was honored to be a part of it. My triplets - Camilla, Lucien, and Rosaline - were growing into incredible individuals, and I couldn't pride myself enough on being their mother. Gabe and I had found our rhythm, our love stronger than ever. Our bond was unbreakable, and I cherished every moment we shared. As Emmaline Kendrick Salvatore, I had shouldered many roles - mother, rock, mate, and guardian. But one thing remained constant - my unwavering love and support for my family. I was, and would always be, the steady foundation they could rely on.

She explained. “Can I see her?” She nodded. “Yes.” We got to a room, it was locked. Gina knocked but there was no response. She offered a knock, yet the same. “Stephanie, you have a visitor. His name is Detective Kent, a very good friend of Emily.” “Where was he whenbAunt Emi was kidnapped?” Her soft voice sounded. “No one is Aunt Emi’s friend. I want to be left alone.” “Stephanie, I understand your pain–”

" It doesn't matter anymore. No matter how much I embarrass myself, she's not going to look at me the same. She doesn't even care. I should stop trying to fix it. It won't be fixed..." A knock came on the door interrupting me. I paused. "Mystery, are you in there?" It was Matt. "Yeah..." I replied. He opened the door. "Oh... um... I want to thank you for apologizing. Desmond is cool, and everyone is cool..." I cuts in. "You should call me by my name. We're family. You're Emma's husband; she's my daughter's godmother." I pointed out. He chuckled. "Really? But she wasn't there when she was born was she?"

Dad whispered seemingly, still knowing his little girl well enough to know what I was thinking. "Good. Oh god, this hurts." Dad's eyes flew to Casey, who shrugged. "I ah never fully went into heat, like Charlie I am sure I felt the first few hot flushes and went to find my mate and well took what I needed until it went away. Hence why I gave birth to Gemma." She replied, a blush spreading across her cheeks, referencing her daughter. "And how Emmett concieved Victoria." Adam laughed as my father tossed him a glance.

He must be listening to the conversation. “Emmet’s a good man, mom,” she sniffled. “We may not have a lavish life like this, but he tried to provide me with everything. I’m tired of following everything you wanted. I don’t want to come to a point where my kids would know about him.” I cleared my throat. “Sorry,” I bit my bottom lip, unsure if I had to tell her about it, but I wanted to add fuel to their conversation since I knew Red was listening. “We met Emmet… and Rosie.”

"I locked myself in the study, and she still kept knocking, saying she brought fruit." The more he talked, the more worked up he got, like a kid finally complaining after holding it in forever. Then he suddenly stopped. "Wait... how do you know?" I handed him my phone. That post. My mom's messages. The AI-generated photo. All of it laid out in front of him. His expression shifted from shock to anger. "This was... your mom?" His fingers trembled slightly. "She's your mother." I said quietly, "I always knew she favored Zoey. I just never thought she'd go this far."

Petra was seventh on the list. I had not planned to approach her directly. She was Emmet's mother and she was fragile in the specific way of people who have been through the Silver Cells and come back changed, the fragility that didn't look like fragility because it had been organized into very controlled behavior. She came to find me.

It almost looked uncanny to Emmet, before he remembered that he was currently in the past. This woman, for all he knew, could be his grandmother, or maybe even his great grandmother, considering his mother gave birth to him when she was still so young. It would explain how and why they looked so similar to each other. It was almost a shame, in that moment, that Emmet didn't know the names of any of his relatives, beyond his mother and Aunt Minnie, a decision that he had made when he was eight and angry, declaring that he didn't need anyone else but them, and that if anyone came to their house, they could stuff off.