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.

do you think they

quite puzzled. How could Emily and Vincent

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

Mr. Vincent?

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

a long time. Emily pulled her arm. “Mom, look, do you

who was reading a book, with a cup of tea beside. The tea was served by

let them go, but

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

then, didn’t she believe in Maury, which caused her

over and finally

only hope that if you

closed the book in his hand and turned 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 what happens, I will not

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 my fault to abandon her. I regret

Emily who was sleeping peacefully, “She’s close to you now to make amends for

Donna was speechless.

the pain of her childhood. Perhaps it was also a

led all the team members to welcome them.

Vincent. He anxiously grabbed Ferne’s arm and

off the train. He bought the ticket

come back in

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

asked, “Do you have his address or any way to contact him? If he doesn’t come back, we

“I forgot,” said Ferne.