Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

“Don’t mind me. Just eat whatever you want, and I’ll have some porridge.” With that, Christy took a sip of porridge. Although she had rested for over eight hours, she was still exhausted after sitting up from the bed.

Without saying anything, Trevor sat down on the carpet. With his back to her, he also began to eat the porridge.

He put a new carpet on the floor this morning. The one stained with blood and water was thrown into a garbage bag by him last night and then taken away by Jason.

Looking at Trevor, Christy remembered how people in City Y had judged this young man. Rumor had it that he was autistic and afraid of the dark. In addition, he acted like a freak, having great problems socializing with other people.

Christy had only been in contact with him for less than a day, but she could tell that he was not autistic. Instead, he just seemed to conceal his true self from others. He still knew how to communicate and even saved her life.

An autistic person couldn’t learn through the computer about how to take out bullets from an injured girl.

“I’m so tired. Can you feed me?” Christy put down the spoon and lay on the bed feebly.

As expected, Trevor stiffened for a moment before standing up. This seemed to take him a lot of determination.

Trevor was tall, and Christy guessed he might be of the same height as Noah. However, he was too skinny, and the oversized shirt and pants almost covered his entire body. He was so pale that his arms and hands seemed to emit a pearly glow. She could even see the blood vessels beneath his skin.

Trevor picked up her spoon, scooped up some porridge from the bowl, and raised it to her lips.

Christy opened her mouth to eat the porridge, but she kept looking straight at him.

…

Trevor couldn’t help looking down.

Christy still stared at him.

…

Trevor lowered his head to avoid her gaze.

Christy smiled. “Why did you look away?”

Trevor remained silent.

Well, she didn’t expect an answer from him.

“I have to go back later.” She stared at the lower half of his face, which wasn’t covered by the hood.

She could vaguely see his eyes, but she still fixed her eyes on his pursed lips.

eager to hear

clamped

back to the door, Trevor went to bed

over with curiosity. Trevor stiffened a little, but he

Suddenly, Ferne called Christy.

stared at Trevor’s computer. On the screen were all kinds of information from different social software and personal mailboxes. There were over twenty pages and

that life was hopeless and they wanted to ask others for

useful ones onto a new page. His skinny fingers flew over the keyboard, which reminded her of the scene that he

remembered that his hand was dry and

“Did you find anything?”

question, Christy turned her attention back to the phone call. “What?” she

her voice, Trevor realized that they were very close to each other.

any evidence to prove Branden’s guilt?” Ferne was extremely restless and he told Christy

night, so she had no idea that the House of Hope’s staff had been sent to the police station. She was surprised to hear the latest

and a few books inside. I didn’t see any women,

Ferne sighed.

the children?

said wearily, “No. They are quite healthy. In less than an hour, Branden will be released for the lack of evidence. His attorney is sorting out the documents now, preparing to charge us with arresting Branden without any evidence. Damn

of Irene. Perhaps she would lend

be against her father. In fact, she even doubted

Branden was truly

the evidence speak for

Didn’t you meet Noah?”

“I’ll be back soon.”

Christy lay on the bed for a moment. Then she

fingers flying over the keyboard. The little robot had climbed to his side and was quietly looking

hand and kissed it.

she realize it was inappropriate behavior. Staring at Trevor’s

overwhelmed with

shook

those troublesome things,

back?” She covered her shoulder with one hand and tried to get out

and pressed a

said, “I’ll send you

voice sounded

sighed softly and then changed the topic with a light tone, “It means