The Hungry Heart Fulfilled (The Hunger of the Heart Series Book 3) by Shannon Farrell Page A
Authors: Shannon Farrell
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"Yes!"
"Adrian, Adrian!
The child is
coming."
As Emer felt
herself losing
consciousness, she begged,
“Please, Dalton, don’t let anything happened to our
baby.”
Dalton stared
stunned at Emer’s
face, but she had already fainted.
“ Our baby?” he murmured. “Oh my Lord, the child is mine!”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dalton’s father had
observed his
son’s behaviour throughout the entire incident, but was not
inclined to be
generous, and admit he had been wrong about Emer’s character,
even though she
had gone back into the flaming building in order to rescue the
four infants.
He saw Emer’s limp
body taken from
the wreckage, and prayed for her to die.
“I’m not letting
someone like her
pollute my family,” Frederick muttered to himself darkly.
He stormed out of
the carriage and
marched up to his son as he cradled the prone woman in his
arms. “Dalton,
Dalton, are you coming?
There's
nothing you can do here, and I wish to leave now,” he demanded
impatiently.
“Then go, Father,
but if you leave
now, without trying to help these poor unfortunate people,
then understand that
this will be the last time I ever see you.”
He didn't even look
at Emer. “She
has friends. They can look after her.
You have other commitments and
responsibilities!”
“My commitment is
here. She’s in
labour, with my child, mine , do you understand.”
“I never thought
you could be so
gullible, Dalton,” Frederick said coldly. “You’ll believe any lie
this strumpet tells you!”
“Goodbye, Mr. Randall, and may we
never meet again,”
Dalton spat.
He swung Emer up into his arms and
tried to find a
place for her to rest more comfortably than on the hard ground.
Adrian insisted,
“She can’t have the
baby out here. I
have nothing at
the moment, not even boiling water. Quickly, get her into my
carriage, and we’ll take her
back to my house.”
Adrian and Dalton
sat silently in
the carriage, Dalton cradling Emer against his heart as he
willed her to be all
right. The shock of the fire and Emer’s near death as a result
of her saving
the infants began to sink in, almost overwhelming them both.
“I’ll do what I can
for them, you
know that, Dalton,” Adrian said quietly, patting his friend on
the shoulder,
"but you saw the beam that fell on her."
“We'll both do our
best. I
delivered Saoirse with my own two
hands, and I wish to do the same for my own child.”
“Perhaps it’s not
such a good
idea. You’re
very upset, your
hands are burnt, and you look exhausted, both mentally and
physically.”
“I’ve found her at
last, and I’m never
ever going to let her out of my sight again,” Dalton vowed
vehemently.
"Never."
“I understand,
Dalton. I know
all about your past history now.
Emer just confided in me the main points. I’m sorry to sound cruel,
but how could you ever have
been so stupid as
to ever let her go?”
Dalton heaved a
ragged sigh. “My
father tricked me at every turn. I
loved him, and he betrayed me and her. He told me she was dead.
Thank God I found her before I married that cow
Madeleine Lyndon, and
ruined my life forever.”
“Yes, indeed, we
all have much to be
thankful for,” Adrian said quietly, but refrained from telling
him what he had
told Emer about Madeleine that night for fear of upsetting
Dalton even further
in the state he was already in.
Once they had
arrived at Adrian’s
small house in the centre of Quebec, Dalton carried her up to
a spare bedroom
the servant showed him, while Adrian dispatched messages to
the bishop and
Myrtle Chandler to inform them about the fire, and ask for
their help in
ensuring that everything was taken care of while they would be
otherwise
occupied with Emer having
"Adrian, Adrian!
The child is
coming."
As Emer felt
herself losing
consciousness, she begged,
“Please, Dalton, don’t let anything happened to our
baby.”
Dalton stared
stunned at Emer’s
face, but she had already fainted.
“ Our baby?” he murmured. “Oh my Lord, the child is mine!”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dalton’s father had
observed his
son’s behaviour throughout the entire incident, but was not
inclined to be
generous, and admit he had been wrong about Emer’s character,
even though she
had gone back into the flaming building in order to rescue the
four infants.
He saw Emer’s limp
body taken from
the wreckage, and prayed for her to die.
“I’m not letting
someone like her
pollute my family,” Frederick muttered to himself darkly.
He stormed out of
the carriage and
marched up to his son as he cradled the prone woman in his
arms. “Dalton,
Dalton, are you coming?
There's
nothing you can do here, and I wish to leave now,” he demanded
impatiently.
“Then go, Father,
but if you leave
now, without trying to help these poor unfortunate people,
then understand that
this will be the last time I ever see you.”
He didn't even look
at Emer. “She
has friends. They can look after her.
You have other commitments and
responsibilities!”
“My commitment is
here. She’s in
labour, with my child, mine , do you understand.”
“I never thought
you could be so
gullible, Dalton,” Frederick said coldly. “You’ll believe any lie
this strumpet tells you!”
“Goodbye, Mr. Randall, and may we
never meet again,”
Dalton spat.
He swung Emer up into his arms and
tried to find a
place for her to rest more comfortably than on the hard ground.
Adrian insisted,
“She can’t have the
baby out here. I
have nothing at
the moment, not even boiling water. Quickly, get her into my
carriage, and we’ll take her
back to my house.”
Adrian and Dalton
sat silently in
the carriage, Dalton cradling Emer against his heart as he
willed her to be all
right. The shock of the fire and Emer’s near death as a result
of her saving
the infants began to sink in, almost overwhelming them both.
“I’ll do what I can
for them, you
know that, Dalton,” Adrian said quietly, patting his friend on
the shoulder,
"but you saw the beam that fell on her."
“We'll both do our
best. I
delivered Saoirse with my own two
hands, and I wish to do the same for my own child.”
“Perhaps it’s not
such a good
idea. You’re
very upset, your
hands are burnt, and you look exhausted, both mentally and
physically.”
“I’ve found her at
last, and I’m never
ever going to let her out of my sight again,” Dalton vowed
vehemently.
"Never."
“I understand,
Dalton. I know
all about your past history now.
Emer just confided in me the main points. I’m sorry to sound cruel,
but how could you ever have
been so stupid as
to ever let her go?”
Dalton heaved a
ragged sigh. “My
father tricked me at every turn. I
loved him, and he betrayed me and her. He told me she was dead.
Thank God I found her before I married that cow
Madeleine Lyndon, and
ruined my life forever.”
“Yes, indeed, we
all have much to be
thankful for,” Adrian said quietly, but refrained from telling
him what he had
told Emer about Madeleine that night for fear of upsetting
Dalton even further
in the state he was already in.
Once they had
arrived at Adrian’s
small house in the centre of Quebec, Dalton carried her up to
a spare bedroom
the servant showed him, while Adrian dispatched messages to
the bishop and
Myrtle Chandler to inform them about the fire, and ask for
their help in
ensuring that everything was taken care of while they would be
otherwise
occupied with Emer having
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