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.

Dad is busy…” Donna

bigger. I seem to have grown up like Eliot and Elsie. I’m so scared. I don’t know why you’ve become old. Dad didn’t come to see us … Am I still a child? Have I forgotten a lot of

gently. “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you at

broken vase utensils in the room, and the roar of her parents, as

with a high fever, she only

became so cold, but she must live a bad life in the Britt’s. How could

self-blame and guilt. If

all her fault. It was all her fault for being weak and

from crying

.

two still had to serve Kason breakfast and didn’t get a chance to have a nap until

the courtyard. Kason placed the book on his lap and pressed a button on the wheelchair to

up an apple from the ground and took out

“The bait is here.”

the note and

Timothy was here.

a bigshot to take the

felt the pain from his leg bones. It was like thousands of ants were gnawing. He frowned, pressed his hand on his leg, and looked up

the evening,

would be no thunder, but she was still a little afraid.