Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 76

Chapter 76 A Card

The butler sighed. “That’s good. Mr. Maury called today, but I hid it from him. I don’t know when the company will get through the difficult time.”

Harold was listening to him in silence. He knew that Emily would do something, and what he needed to do is assist her privately. He handed butler’s wallet to him. When he checked the balance of the card, he withdrew two thousand and put one thousand in butler’s wallet. And he would leave the rest to call a cab.

The butler took the wallet without opening it. Heading for the kitchen, he intended to ask Susan to cook some porridge for Emily.

At this time, Harold left quietly. It was hard for Emily to go out, since Beverly and her daughter was watching her. Besides, she should also watch out for Maury. It was a hard time for her. So he had to deal with some minor things for her to buy her some time for something important.

Emily had been lying on the bed for quite long. Elsie, who lived in the room next to her, came in after a knock. She talked to her and tried calling her name as if she really cared about her. Later, she checked both her bag and phone, but she seemed not to have got anything useful. Then she rolled her eyes and left.

Emily got up from the bed after Elsie left. She began to draw with her brush. When she was sitting on the chair in the hospital with her eyes closed, she seemed to have sensed the smell of the sun as well as the warmth of the sunshine.

Gently closing her eyes, she thought back the warmth. Then, she opened her eyes and began to mix the pigments. She chose a piece of paper which was two meters wide this time. The paper she used earlier was fifty centimeters wide, and it was the first time that she had used such a large piece of

paper. She placed it on the ground and pressed it with a paperweight. All the colors, like gold, blue, pink and yellow, came to her mind, so she was drawing really fast. Then she quickly finished the painting that could express the warmth she felt this afternoon.

Then she hid it under the bed. When Susan saw Emily looking at something under the bed after opening the door quietly, she couldn’t help saying with a smile, “Miss Emily, you woke up?”

Susan was so heavily hit by Elsie that she even bled from the corner of her mouth. And her cheeks were swollen. She didn’t get better after taking some medicine, as well as several days of rest at home. Her condition wasn’t improved until she went to the hospital and got some other medicine.

Emily thought that Susan wouldn’t come back anymore. However, she came back, and she still greeted Elsie politely when meeting her. What was more, she treated her even more carefully.

“Does your stomach still hurt?” Emily came in holding a bowl of porridge. “I’m afraid you haven’t woken up yet. I’ve just cooked the porridge. Come on. Have some of it. It’s good to your stomach.”

Emily couldn’t reach out and take the bowl, since her hands were still stained with paints. She just sniffed, “It smells so good.”

“It’s still very hot. You can have it later.” Susan put the bowl of porridge on the table, asking, “Miss Emily, what else do you wanna eat?”

Tilting her head, Emily answered after a moment of thinking, “Egg soup.”

Susan nodded, “Okay, wait here. I’ll go and cook it for you now.”

When she left, Emily went into the bathroom and washed her hands. Then she found her face and clothes were somewhat stained, which Susan should also see.

Emily took out the paints and drew something on the paper randomly. The painting looked quite casual, even the colors she used. She was still drawing when Susan came in.

Susan said with a smile, “Miss Emily, the painting is so good. What did you draw?”

Emily didn’t want to probe into her thought, so she simply put down the paints, saying, “It’s a gift for you.”

Susan was so pleased to hear that, “Really?” The paints hadn’t dried yet. She looked at it for a moment and then said, “I have to frame it. I’m so happy to get it, since you drew it for me.”

Emily was observing her while eating the porridge. In her previous life, Lola would do nothing but see her be bullied by Elsie and Beverly every time. She had neither helped her out nor taught her how to avoid them, which led her inexplicable dislike of women of Lola’s age.

Susan was so heavily hit by Elsie, but she still tried that hard to protect her. Emily couldn’t figure out whether she did that in good faith or just pretended. Was she the one sent by someone behind Elsie to test her?

Can she trust her?

Emily did not dare to take the risk, since she had so much to care about, including her father, big brother and the Britt Group.

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It was ten at the late night.

Ferne finally went back to the group. Once he was in the group, he posted a picture in which there was a bottle of red wine and a pink card. The thank-you card was written by the shopkeeper, which was asked by Harold.

But the shopkeeper misunderstood his intention. He thought that the bottle of red wine was a gift for proposing to a lady. After all, it was worth more than a hundred thousand. So the shopkeeper followed his own thought and turned a thank-you card into a love letter.

Ferne was so excited the moment he returned to the group. He even shouted in the group after sending the picture of the card, ‘Attention. Someone sent a bottle of red wine and wrote a romantic love letter that was even mushy to me.’

Randy: ‘Thank you for meeting the best of you at the right time. Come on.’

Randy skipped the disgusting lines and directly saw the bottom. And he immediately noticed the last two words and burst into laughter.

Randy: ‘Attention. Focus on the highlight. ‘From Harold’. It’s from a man. Ferne, you’re awesome. A gay is chasing after you.’

Ferne: ‘…’

Armando: ‘Laughing.’

Randy: ‘Ferne, I remember, once you seemed to have disguised yourself as a woman when doing your job. And then you got stuck in the restroom and confessed when you returned to the police station. Right?’

Armando: ‘Laughing.’

Looking at the card for him, Ferne felt kind of helpless. He also saw the last two words, “From Harold”. Just as he was about to throw it away, he thought who on earth was Harold.

When he thought of Emily of the Britts after a moment, he couldn’t help being delighted.

Ferne: ‘Come on. Is this Harold the bodyguard of Emily? Does it mean she sent me this?’

Armando: ‘…’

Randy: ‘…’

Jaquan: ‘…’

Ferne had been moved out of the group.

Randy: ‘Laughing.’

Armando: ‘Laughing.’

It was drizzling during the night. Emily had been out for the entire day, and she was exhausted. When she was having a sound sleep, she felt someone seemed to sit beside her bed.

She thought it was Eliot. As she was about to call his name, she found the one wasn’t Eliot at all.

“Mr. Vincent?”

She had just woken up, so her voice was somewhat dry. But Vincent felt it sounded as if a feather was scratching the back of his ears.

Only a phone-sized wall lights were on in her room, vaguely showing the tall figure of the man beside the bed. The curtains shut out the sound of rain. Besides the sound of Emily’s breathing, nothing else could be sensed except the aura of Vincent. It was as fresh and chill as the air after rain.

The man bent down slightly, and his face appeared from the dark. Under his pitch-black sharp eyebrows, there was a pair of deep eyes. The color of his eyes was light, and they looked cold. At this time, he looked cool and indifferent in the dim light from the lamp.

He was like characters in the movies but popping out of the screen of a sudden. When Emily finally saw his face clearly, she found it had been long since she met him last time. However, as for the specific time, she couldn’t tell.

“Where is the gift?” The man’s low-textured voice sounded to her ears.