Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 166


    Emily was ck-jawed and did not make a sound for a long time.


    I’m sorry for you loss? I’m sorry, I don’t know that?


    She didn’t know what to say. She just instinctively went forward to hug Vincent. She didn’t know why it


    was the same time when Mr. Vincent had the ident.


    Was it a coincidence?


    No, there was no such coincidence.


    Emily’s mind was in a mess. She couldn’t help but hug the person in front of her tightly as if he would


    disappear in the next second.


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    “My body is cold.” Vincent raised Emily’s face with his index finger and pinched her cheek. “Go to the


    study and wait for me there.”


    His fingertip was cold, and he walked straight forward after saying this.


    Emily read books in his study and then looked at his bookshelves. Normally, she seldom paid attention


    to the books on the bookshelves when she came in. This time, because she was not in the mood to


    read, she casually scanned them. She saw a row of sketch books at a nce.


    She took one out and saw a ck swallow on the title page. The painting was in but vivid. It was


    about the size of a real swallow, and its eyes were lifelike.


    Emily opened and flipped it. She was surprised. She vaguely guessed who this person was, but she did


    not expect that this girl’s painting would be so perfect. It could be seen that she preferred oil paintings.


    Sometimes it was colorful, sometimes it was shy, and sometimes it was dark. The style varied so


    much.


    Finally, she found a portrait.


    It was Vincent, no, little Vincent. He was young and na?ve. However, his expression was still cold and


    he did not like to smile. He frowned while sitting on the table in a garden and was ying chess with a


    lowered head.


    Although the painter was bad at details, she was good at demonstrating the object’s personality. As


    time went by, with such painting skills, she would definitely be something.


    As she flipped, she found a photo in the sketch book. Little Vincent and a beautiful girl of eight or nine


    years old were smiling at the camera. It should be the girl’s birthday. She had a birthday cap on her


    head and both of their faces were covered with cream. The scene was so warm.


    “It’s my sister.”


    Unknowingly, Vincent had entered and was standing behind her. He took out the photo and stared at it


    while holding it with his fingertips. His voice was low and hoarse. “It is her ninth birthday.”


    In fact, Emily refused to get to know Vincent in the first ce. She did not think that he would be


    her husband. She just treated him as a noble that could be taken advantage of. However, he was a


    good noble and would not mind being used by her.


    However, the development of their rtionship was somewhat subtle. He saved her, protected her, and


    even got stabbed by her, but he never minded and kept staying with her. She decided topromise


    and became his woman.


    Now that she had been with him for so long, she had gotten used to hispany and took him as her


    man. No, to be exact, she had taken him as her husband.


    Therefore, she ignored Arabe’s provocation, and she felt nothing when hearing the ‘substitute’ that


    Harold mentioned on the phone. She asionally heard a name from the old men who were here to


    teach her painting.


    Although she was confused about who this person was, she never asked because her intuition told her


    that this girl was gone. Moreover, this girl may be someone close to Vincent and a scar on him.


    She didn’t want to tear it.


    Vincent sat on the chair, raised his hand and got her on hisp. He flipped the sketch book and said in


    a low voice, “She likes drawing very much. She started learning it when she was three. Later at a


    banquet, those old men took a fancy to her and fought to teach her how to draw.”


    Emily whispered, “She painted very well.”


    “Those old men said the same.” Vincent held her hand with his face on her shoulder. He took a deep


    breath and said, “She had a car ident. She took my car and had an ident on the way home.”


    Emily did not say anything. She just looked down at the painting in her hand. It was a blue sea. The


    wave surged and white bubbles could be seen. There were four lines of footprints on the beach. Two


    lines were big and two lines were small.


    She caressed the footprints with one hand and then reached out her other hand to stroke Vincent’s


    ck hair. Shebed it like she did to a small animal. Her movements were so gentle.


    Vincent tilted his head and bit her neck. Emily raised her head in pain and her lips were covered by the


    man. He kissed her gently and madly. There was a faint smell of nicotine emitted from his teeth. Mixed


    with his unique scent, he was domineering and cold. The aura struck straight at Emily’s chest, making


    her hard to breathe.


    “Vincent?”


    His strength became heavier and heavier, and Emily felt a bloody taste. She pushed him away by


    force. The man’s eyes were bloodshot. He lowered his head and for the first time, he revealed a


    different emotion in front of Emily. There were loneliness, pain and sadness.


    “I regret letting her ride in my car.”


    Emily suddenly felt a pain in her heart. Her ring gave out a dark blue light and it was gone in an instant.


    She deeply felt Vincent’s sorrow and sadness, but she could do nothing.


    The raindrops hit on the window. Only then did Emily realize that it was raining. Rex’s voice carrying


    anxiety sounded from outside the study, “Mr. Vincent, let’s go back, okay?”


    Emily got off Vincent’sp. The moment she got down, she saw that Vincent’s face was distorted. His


    forehead was covered in sweat and his eyes were scarlet. He held it back and said to Emily, “Get out.”


    Emily shouted, “Rex, hurry up ande in!”


    Then, she squatted down and grabbed Vincent’s hand and asked, “How can I alleviate the pain?”


    “I’ll hurt you. Go.” Vincent shook her hand off and stood up while grabbing the back of the chair. He


    was very strong, and the back of the chair was almost broken.


    Outside the door, Rex and a few guards hurried over. They got him back to his room and then closed


    the door.


    Not long after, the guards came out. They put the things in their hands away and then lingered at the


    door.


    “What’s going on?” Emily asked, “Is there no cure?”


    The guards did not speak.


    Emily was anxious. “Say something!”


    This was the first time the guards had seen her get so pissed off. They looked at each other but none


    of them dared to speak. After all, Emily, who was standing in front of them, said that Vincent would die


    the first time she met him.


    Rex happened toe out of the room and saw Emily’s angry face, so he stepped forward and said,


    “Miss Emily, the doctor said they couldn’t cure Mr. Vincent.”


    “What disease?” Emily calmed down and looked at him as she asked.


    “The bullet wasn’t lethal.” Rex lowered his head and said, “But that bullet was poisoned with a toxin of a


    frog from the rainforest.”


    Emily remembered the scar on Vincent’s thigh when she was on the viewing tform. Rex continued,


    “Mr. Vincent will feel an excruciating pain every rainy season.”


    Emily faltered, “Is there any way to alleviate the pain?”


    “It…” Rex looked at her.


    Emily noticed hesitation in his eyes and grabbed him and asked, “There is a way, isn’t it?”


    Rex looked at her awkwardly. “Kind of.”


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