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

Donna was quite puzzled. How could Emily and Vincent get much closer in such a

the notebook. “This is written by Mr. Vincent.

Mr. Vincent?

slightly. Had her memory recovered or not? Why did she call him Mr. Vincent? If she had recovered, why did she still call

time. Emily pulled her arm.

She raised her head to look at Vincent, who was reading a book, with a cup of tea beside. The tea was served by Rex. He lived next door with the guards, only a corridor

but they continued to follow

a good talk with Vincent, but she also worried that Emily would be annoyed at her intervention after she recovered her memory. However, as a mother, she was deeply concerned with her child’s happiness. Moreover, Vincent was not an ordinary man, but an outstanding figure. He was ambitious and well-known in City Y. Would such a person be loyal to his

didn’t she believe in Maury, which caused her

Donna thought it over and finally made up

that you will not meet another person you like in the future. I only hope that if you fell in love with

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

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

chance to make up for it.” Vincent looked at Emily who was sleeping peacefully, “She’s close to you now to make

Donna was speechless.

was the pain of her childhood. Perhaps it was also a source of agony for you,” Vincent said as he

at the station, Randy led all the team members to welcome them. Everyone wore a festive hat, making them

anxiously grabbed Ferne’s

get off the train. He bought the ticket to the

back in

upon waking up, “Emily is still here. If he doesn’t keep an eye on her, what if she

or any way to contact him? If he doesn’t

“I forgot,” said Ferne.