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 bnce 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 arge piece of
paper. She ced 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’te 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 itter.” Susan put the bowl of porridge on the table, asking, “Miss
Emily, what else do you wanna eat?”
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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, L 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 L’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.
**
It was ten at thete 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 ady. 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 thest
two words and burst intoughter.
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 thest 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-ck 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 themp.
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 himst 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.