Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 214


    This was the first time she hugged him. Maury was stunned for a moment, and his eyes turned red.


    “Silly child, I’m fine. It was my fault….You … don’t me me, but I can’t forgive myself….”


    “Dad, I’m fine,” Emily said softly.


    Maury smiled and said, “Alright, Emily knows how tofort Daddy. Nothing is more important than


    your happiness.”


    Emily wanted to say something else. But when she saw the person standing at the door out of the


    corner of her eyes, she held her tongue.


    After watching at the door for a while, Elsie saw that Maury and Emily suddenly cry. She sneered and


    walked to her room to call Beverly.


    “They are crying while hugging each other.” Elsie told her mother everything she saw. She remembered


    what Eliot said before he left and said angrily, “Eliot is rude to me but so nice to Emily!”


    “Your brother just pities that retard. There is no need topare with her.” Beverly was not happy. “If


    you have a serious illness, he will be nice to you when you be retarded.”


    Elsie immediately said in a low spirit. “Forget it.”


    “Don’t bully her. Your dad has been recovering from his injuries at home recently. You will meet her


    frequently. Understand?” Beverly warned.


    Elsie replied impatiently, “Yes!”


    After hanging up, she walked to her father’s door to take a look. Emily was absent. She probably went


    back to her room. Elsie thought for a moment and then returned to her room. She stood on the balcony,


    but she didn’t see Emily.


    As Elsie came out, Susan happened to be walking out of Emily’s room. So, Elsie asked, “What is she


    doing?”


    Susan smiled gently and said, “Miss Emily is drawing.”


    “Drawing?” Elsie sneered, “Her works are not as worthy as paper. She is wasting money.”


    Susan did not talk back. She felt that Emily was much better than Elsie. Even if Emily scribbled on


    paper, her drawing would still be wonderful.


    “Hurry to work.” Elsie impatiently waved her hand at Susan. As soon as Emily returned, servants


    rushed to curry favor, especially Susan. The smile on her face was really disgusting.


    Susan hurriedly escaped. Emily finally came back. Susan was busy cooking delicious food for her. She


    didn’t have time to chat with Elsie.


    Emily was alone in the room. She sat at the table, holding a pen. Her mind was in a mess. She looked


    at the white paper in front of her, trying to calm down. When the sun set, her pen was still hanging in


    midair.


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    Her father had always been in good health. He couldn’t suddenly fall ill, unless … Beverly couldn’t wait


    any longer.


    Emily clutched the brush with her fingers. She wanted to expose the true colors of Beverly and her


    daughter in front of Maury. But who would believe a retard like her?


    Would Eliot believe Emily? They were his mother and sister.


    Would father believe Emily? They were his wife and daughter.


    Emily tightened her grasp on the brush and then snapped it, leaving a heavy mark on the white paper.


    The ck color could even be seen on the back of the paper. She stared at the painting in front of her


    and finally calmed down. In the lower right corner, her name was written.


    Sure enough, Eliot came at night. He sat on the bed and asked Emily how she had been doing during


    this period of time. Was she homesick? Did she miss Dad and him?


    Emily answered sweetly, “Yes.”


    Eliot pretended to be angry, “If you really miss us, why don’t youe back?”


    Emily thought of the dream she had. She didn’t know if Eliot would be as disappointed and painful as in


    the dream about her and Vincent. Emily didn’t want what Elsie said in her previous life to be true. No


    matter what kind of feeling Eliot had for her, she had to nip it in the bud, even if she would hurt him.


    “Eliot, don’t be angry, okay?”


    “I’m not angry.” Eliot tucked her in and said, “They are so nice to you. Why will I be angry?”


    Emily hesitated and said, “Vincent is nice. He is not as fierce as you said.”


    Eliot was shocked. “He is nice to you? Why do you think so?”


    “I did something wrong, but he didn’t scold me.”


    “What was it?” Eliot was quite surprised. When he went to the Scavo’s that day, he felt that Vincent’s


    attitude towards her was somewhat strange.


    Emily blinked. “I kissed him.”


    “What?” Eliot’s expression changed drastically. “What did you say?”


    Emily suddenly hid her face under the quilt and said in a muffled voice, “Eliot, don’t be angry.”


    Eliot took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress his emotions. “Who taught you this? Why did


    you kiss him? I, I don’t remember I have taught you this.”


    Emily fell silent under the nket. Eliot pulled away her nket and said, “Tell me, why did you kiss


    him?”


    The quilt was pulled down, revealing Emily’s beautiful and sparkling ck eyes. Her eyes shone


    brightly as she said, “Good-looking.”


    “What?” Eliot was almost dazzled by her beautiful eyes. After a while, he realized that she meant that


    Vincent was handsome.


    She had been taken in since she was seven years old. She was timid and didn’t dare to go out. She


    had hardly seen any other men. Eliot had never thought that she would one day fall in love with another


    man, let alone the person she liked was Vincent.


    Eliot forced out a smile. “Is he more handsome than me?”


    Emily seemed to have hesitated, and finally said with a bitter face, “No.”


    However, Eliot was still not cheered up on hearing it. He touched Emily’s forehead and sighed softly,


    “You’re still young. When you grow up, it’s not toote to like him.”


    Emily’s eyes suddenly lit up. “Really?”


    Eliot felt very ufortable as if Emily had to get permission for loving anyone. He felt sorry for Emily


    and heartbroken. He understood that he had feelings for Emily and understood the unbridgeable barrier


    between them. He said with a reluctant smile, “When you grow up, I will send you to be his bride.”


    Emilyughed happily. “Alright!”


    Eliot stood up and his smile faded. “I’m a little tired tonight. I’ll go back first.”


    “Good night.”


    Eliot did not turn around and said in a hoarse voice, “Good night.”


    She returned, but she was leaving him again.


    When Emily received Harold’s text message, it was the fifth night that Harold left. It was the second day


    that she left the Scavo’s. She threw her punch in the air for more than ten minutes in the morning and


    then read for half an hour.


    When she went out, she pretended to be retarded again. She talked with Maury by his bed and painted


    in the afternoon. Eliot did note at night. Perhaps what she saidst night hurt himpletely.


    Emily was reading news and happened to get thetest news about Stephanie. Christy was efficient..


    In less than a week, she hadpletely reversed the situation.