Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

When Emily and Maury arrived at the hospital, Elsie was still in the operating room. The nurse kept walking in and out with blood bags in her hand. The atmosphere was tense and anxious.

Maury frowned and asked Eliot, “What happened? Why did she have a car accident?”

Eliot didn’t say anything but looked at Emily from afar.

Emily looked at him calmly.

She saw the picture in his hand.

She decided it was time for a showdown.

It was long enough.

She closed her eyes slightly. She would still have nightmares about a dagger piercing towards her heart, but she would always wake up before the stabbing. Occasionally, she would see the dagger piercing towards Vincent…

Perhaps she had done that before in real life, and thus she was no longer seized by fear and despair when she had a nightmare. She thought it was time to have everything settled.

Eliot walked to Emily without a word. Maury followed behind him with a frown, “I’m talking to you, and you are unheeding? Let me tell you….”

Eliot spread out the painting in his hand and asked, “Did you draw it?”

Maury was surprised. He looked at the painting, and turned to Emily with astonishment. Then he turned to Eliot and said, “What are you saying? How come Emily would draw….”

But to his surprise, Emily nodded.

“I drew it.” she said.

Eliot’s eyes turned red abruptly. He asked, “Did you do it?”

Maury was confused. Before he could recover from the shock that Emily drew this painting, he saw Emily nod yes.

“What? What did Emily do?” Maury interposed. His gazed at them with surprise and confusion. Then he focused on the painting and praised sincerely, “Emily, did you draw this painting? Since when did you draw so well?”

“Why?” Eliot shed a tear and it fell on the back of Emily’s hand.

She looked down at that tear. It was warm and real.

She had imagined about this scene for many times. It may happen in the Britt’s, the company, a room, a banquet, a lounge, any place other than a hospital.

Why?

If she said that Elsie had killed her in her previous life, would he believe it?

Even if he did, he would never forgive her. It wasn’t something that happened in this life, so there wasn’t any excuse for her to hurt his mother and sister, breaking his family that used to be complete and harmonious.

“For the reason that they bullied you?” Eliot had thought of an excuse for her.

Emily nodded, “Yes.”

His voice was hoarse and his

because of this.” she said

about? They bullied you? Who are they? Emily, you must tell me what’s going

restrained from grabbing her shoulder. He only clenched his fists tightly, the joints conspicuous.

it matter?” Emily looked into his eyes and said, “It’s

he realized that Eliot was no longer his son,

his tears falling. “No,

the apple of my eye. And now you told me that you had lied to me. Do

he let go of Emily

but before he went far, he saw Emily squatting down. He immediately walked back and said, “Emily,

wrapped her arms tightly around her body. She shook her head gently, paying no attention to the tears

Eliot. What’s your

call me Eliot. I am your brother and I

I

how to write. Let’s learn your name first and then mine,

be afraid of water. Feel it. Breathe in it. When you adapt to

by your side, you must protect

if only you weren’t my

“Eliot, how are you?”

bed

…

…

days later. In

to Beverly a pen and the divorce agreement signed

retard came here?” Despite her fatigue,

is busy with his work and has to go to the hospital.”

shocked when she heard ‘the hospital’, that

nervously, but then was ordered

hospital? Mere illness will not lead to hospitalization because the family doctor will come. Did something happen

on the table and said, “Ms. Beverly, please sign it first.

Emily in front of her, as

… are not Emily the

to sign the divorce papers

the person she used to be. She never

by Maury, caught adultery, and even swindled in

For a moment,

was smarter than Elsie, but she could do nothing. The cold handcuffs hurt

Emily remained indifferent. It seemed that she had only come here

The divorce papers.

of the handcuffs, the signatures were scratchy. She hurried to sign and asked eagerly, “What happened? Why are they hospitalized? Did you do