Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

His hair was white. He had worn a hat when he came here, and now he took it off. His silver hair was very eye-catching.

“I’m not your brother.” Vincent looked at her with a gentle smile, “You can call me by my name or Mr. Vincent, but you can’t call me brother.”

Emily felt that he was a little strange, but she obediently called him Mr. Vincent. She didn’t even realize why she had chosen to call him Mr. Vincent. She felt like that she had always called him that.

But she had just learnt what his name was.

“Write it down for me. Your name.”

As she pondered over it with her head dropping, a slender hand handed a pen and a notebook to her. In beautiful handwriting, ‘Vincent’ was striking on the paper.

How strange. She clearly did not know this name. However, the moment she saw it, an image flashed into her mind: she was sitting at the table and writing ‘Vincent’ repeatedly.

She took the pen and wrote down her name under his.

“Emily.” Vincent read softly.

Emily nodded, “Yes, this is my name. Mom said that she gave me this name in hope that I might have talent in arts.”

“Art? Do you like drawing?” Vincent asked.

“Yes, mom had shown me a lot of albums full of beautiful pictures.” Speaking of drawing, she seemed to be cheered up a little bit and put on an innocent and lovely smile.

It was probably because that in the following ten years, her mother had faded from her life, therefore, at the mention of drawing, it was not her mother first that came into her mind.

When Donna came back with the water, she saw Emily sitting at the table, holding a pen in her hand, copying Vincent’s name. When she saw Donna, Emily put down the pen and pulled Donna over to have a look.

you think they

does it look like?” Donna was quite puzzled. How could

by Mr. Vincent. This is written by me. Do you think

Mr. Vincent?

Had her memory recovered or not? Why did she call him

lost in these thoughts for a long time. Emily pulled her arm.

look at Vincent, who was reading a book, with a cup of tea beside. The tea was served

them go, but they

recovered her memory. However, as a mother, she was deeply concerned with her child’s happiness. Moreover, Vincent was not an

didn’t she believe in Maury, which

Donna thought it over and finally made up her mind to talk to

in the future. I only hope that if you fell in love with someone else, don’t hurt my daughter. Please keep her in the dark and send

to Donna, “Mrs. Cater, I can’t promise you anything. She is the one who will accompany me in the future. I only need her consent. But as her mother, you will have my respect. Please rest assured that no matter

just hope that she can grow up well and live a happy life.” Donna said as she wiped her tears, “I know you are powerful, but you are all kids in my eyes. The future is littered with uncertainty. But… please cherish her. She is a good child. It was

Vincent looked at Emily who was sleeping peacefully,

Donna was speechless.

of her childhood. Perhaps it was also a source of agony for

the team members to welcome them. Everyone wore a

out, he still did not see Vincent. He anxiously grabbed

didn’t get off the train.

Will he come back in the future?”

Emily, who was bleary-eyed upon waking up, “Emily is still here. If he doesn’t keep an eye on her,

nodded, then asked, “Do you have his address or any way to contact him? If he

“I forgot,” said Ferne.