Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

The medical doctor took Emily’s pulse and then shook his head at Donna, “She’s injured in mind. If it’s a headache, I can try, but…”

Donna had never believed that Emily had any mental problems, but she had to admit. Emily changed into another person within one day.

Donna told what happened to the medical doctor, who had never encountered the illness and couldn’t help. Medicine was poisonous to some extent. The medical doctor didn’t dare to prescribe for Emily without making sure.

The medical doctor knew Pablo was very concerned. He had expected to see Pablo’s future wife, but only to find a little girl. He realized that the girl might be Pablo’s friend.

Although he couldn’t cure Emily, he took Donna’s pulse because Donna looked weak and depressed.

Recently, Donna felt that she had been much better. Most of the time, she struggled to look good. She kept silent hearing what the medical doctor said. She just wanted to watch Emily recover, even though Emily would hate her then,

The doctor prescribed. Donna thanked him. The medical doctor shook his head at the door. ‘How strange! She won’t live long, but she doesn’t care. Her illness is indeed severer than her daughter.’

Emily slept for a long time. After lunch, everyone else took a nap. Emily stayed by Donna’s bedside and watched her and Donna held her hands.

“Mom, are you sick?” Emily asked softly.

“No,” Donna shook her head.

“That old grandpa just said you need to take medicine. Mom, are you seriously ill? Why didn’t dad come to see us?” Emily asked with a slight frown.

Donna did not know what to say.

Emily started crying.

okay. I’m fine. Dad is

have grown up like Eliot and Elsie. I’m so scared. I don’t know why you’ve become old. Dad didn’t come

and patted her gently. “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you at that time. I was too selfish, forgetting to take good

night when Emily was seven years old still haunted Emily. The dim street lights in the rain, the broken vase utensils in the room, and

a high

she must live a bad life in the Britt’s. How could a stepmother treat

was full of self-blame and guilt. If she had taken

It was all her

tired from crying and fell asleep

.

tired even though they had practiced. The two still had to serve Kason breakfast and didn’t get a chance to

book on his lap and pressed a button on the wheelchair to the

apple from the ground and

“The bait is here.”

kept the note and rubbed

Timothy was here.

waited for a bigshot to

leg bones. It was like thousands of ants were gnawing. He frowned, pressed his hand on his leg,

evening, the rain

would be no thunder, but she was still a little afraid. The ring on her neck made