"Mrs Salvatore, Persephone Marino is here to see you."
Ellison was inside Emy's nursery as it was time for the latter's afternoon nap. Since yesterday, she hadn't let her baby girl out of her sight for even a second. Not only this, she spent the entire night staring at her innocent and beautiful face.
She couldn't reverse the horror she had felt when she received the news that the nanny she hired had gotten her daughter kidnapped. If not for Persephone, she would have nearly lost her baby girl. How could she ever pay for what Persephone had done for her?
Emmy was her and Salvatore's life. A single injury to her meant death for both of them. What would have she told Salvatore when he came and asked to see his daughter? She couldn't tell him that she lost their daughter? He would go berserk. It wasn't an exaggeration. It was the ultimate truth that Salvatore would have lost his senses and not even she would have been able to undo the destruction accompanying it.
Persephone Marino had saved her entire life and she wouldn't be able to pay back to her ever.
"Ask her to come inside," Ellison softly said. She didn't know what compelled Persephone to come to her doorstep but now that she was here, both of them were going to have a long talk. "I will see her in a moment."
Her hand was out of gauze but it still needed extra care. Plus, the cold was making it hard for her to talk without feeling pain in her throat. Her eyes were blurry and were hurting a bit. Since her cold was more serious than the common cold, she was hugging Emmy while wearing a mask.
"Emy, mommy will come soon, okay?" In a soft whisper, she talked to her daughter and kissed her temple through the mask. "Now sleep."
Emmy, who was on the verge of sleeping, nodded with her eyes closed. She didn't know how scared her mom was even while leaving her alone in her nursery.
Since she wasn't going to the Cafe due to her illness, she hadn't cleaned up. Now that Persephone was here, she couldn't let the latter see her dishevelled and messed up even in her home. So, she entered the bathroom to wash her face and change her clothes to look a bit presentable.
Downstairs Persephone was looking at Ellison's house in sheer curiosity and fascination. It was a grand villa in the outskirts of the city with very mesmerizing interiors and magnificent exteriors. It must have cost Ellison several millions of dollars.
Ellison had never told her what her husband does for a living that involved him staying out from home for months on end but judging from the grand Villa and the security team, he must be some big shot.
As if fate was loving this play, her face fell on a wall adorned with pictures alone. She stood up from her seat and walked forward to look at the pictures of a family of three hanging on the wall. There were pictures of Ellison and her husband getting married, engaged, and even from college days. Then, there were pictures that she assumed were from Ellison's pregnancy shoot. There were Emy's pictures too.
It could be said that whoever gave the idea of adorning the whole wall with pictures was obsessed with clicking pictures of every special occasion. And it could be seen by how meticulously these photo frames were hung.
All she could say was that this family of three was very beautiful. And she wished that they would always stay this way.
"You have a beautiful house, "Persephone said as soon as she felt someone standing beside her. It had been Ellison only who could pull off a sensual chocolate perfume.
"Thank you," Ellison whispered. Their eyes were still glued to the walk.
Persephone smiled. "You have a beautiful family too." She could see Ellison looking at her as her image was reflecting on a photo frame.
"Thank you, Persephone," Ellison once again said.
"You don't need to thank me," Persephone replied. She didn't think she needed to be thanked for complimenting such a beautiful family.
"How can I not thank you?" Ellison said in an emotional tone. She held her hand as her eyes filled with tears of gratitude. "You saved my home from getting destroyed. Lord knew if something were to happen to Emy, Salvatore and I wouldn't have known how to even live with her. God, I can't even talk about it. Even thinking about it brings shivers. I am still so scared. Thank you for saving my Emy and me."
"Ellison, please do not thank me. I did what I think was right at that time," Persephone said to her. Moreover, she had her doubts from the time she had seen Salvatore and Emy together.
Children were the most truthful and innocent beings. Emy was a child with a temper and normally she wouldn't go to anyone but she had seen how when no one was able to calm her down, Salvatore's one hug and murmurs put the child to sleep. And not to mention, the emotions she saw in her brother's eyes when he was embracing the little girl were not ordinary.
If not for the fact that she had a baby in her womb and knew what it meant to feel in distress due to worrying about your child, she might not have been able to read Salvatore's emotions that day.
The love and care he had for Emy were that of a parent who unconditionally loved his child.
Furthermore, Emy had Carina's smile. When she smiled it felt as if the younger version of her mother was smiling at her. So, how could she not guess that the man Emy called Dada was in reality her dad.
She wasn't saving a kid from getting kidnapped but her own niece. So, she didn't feel as if her action deserved thanks.. As an elder, it was her duty to protect her niece.