Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 442


    When Emily was in, Mrs. Donna had just finished coughing. Her face was rather pale.


    “Sit down.” Her voice was low as if she was afraid of disturbing someone, or she was too weak to


    speak aloud.


    Emily sat on the chair. On the table was the contract that Elsie had stolen to get stamped. She knew


    that Mrs. Donna hade for it, but she didn’t need to get it back at once.


    She could get the Britt Group back without relying on anyone. Her dad had cherished it so much. She


    would not give his lifetime work to anyone.


    But she was shocked that Jackson could give the contract back to Mrs. Donna. It meant Mrs. Donna


    was very important to him.


    Therefore, he hated what she distasted for.


    “I’m sorry…” Mrs. Donna was seriously sick. She couldn’t say too much as it would make her cough. “I


    didn’t know he did such things … I’m sorry. It seemed I’m saying this to pull myself out of these things.”


    Before she coughed again, Emily asked, “Why didn’t youe to me?”


    Mrs. Donna was stunned for a moment, tears falling down her cheeks. “I was not very well. So I was


    afraid I couldn’t take care of you.”


    “Oh.” Emily nodded and became cold again.


    Mrs. Donna lowered her head to wipe away her tears. “I’m sorry…”


    “Don’t be,” Emily said indifferently. “I just can’t understand why you didn’te to see me. Eliot told me


    you were busy, and dad said you might have a new life. So I thought perhaps you were doing great.”


    She paused for a while, “And that was enough.”


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    Mrs. Donna felt so miserable. She held back her tears and asked, “How about … you?”


    “Great.” Emily smiled faintly.


    Great! She had died once.


    “It’s my fault. I should have gone to visit you … but I…” Mrs. Donna couldn’t forgive Maury. She didn’t


    want to see him anymore. So she punished herself by not seeing Emily even at the end of her life.


    Unfortunately, Maury suddenly died.


    But when she heard about it, she didn’t feel happy but cried to faint. Why did such a man leave her


    pain for the rest of her life? She was so torturous that she didn’t dare to tell her daughter the truth.


    “I didn’t expect that you would be involved.” Emily’s lips twitched, “I had nned to die with them, but


    when they came I found they were my own…”


    She never called her mom.


    Mrs. Donna was heartbreaking. Tears rolled down her face. Before she wiped them off, Emily took out


    a napkin and put it on her cheek.


    “Are you OK?” Emily asked.


    Mrs. Donna shook her head. “Emily, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I asked him to get the contract here. Take a


    look. And he can make it up for you with money…”


    Emily suddenly interrupted her loudly, “My dad is dead! Can he make up for that?”


    Mrs. Donna had never seen Emily like this. She was so frightened by her roar that she even forgot to


    cry.


    “Dad and Eliot had been my protectors for the past ten years. Now, dad is dead and Eliot is


    unconscious on the hospital bed.” Emily tossed the paper ball into the trash can and turned to Mrs.


    Donna. “When I needed you, you left me. Now you’re here because dad is dead. What do you think of


    my feelings when I’m facing you?”


    “I’m sorry … I’m sorry…” Mrs. Donna choked.


    Emily raised her head, trying to hold back her tears, “Sorry?” She sneered. “Does it make up for what


    you’ve done for the past ten years? Do you think I will forgive you just because you said sorry? No.


    Perhaps dad had done something bad to you, but he didn’t give up on me. It was true that I had had


    mental problems for many years. Everyone was impatient with me, except dad and Eliot. But how


    about you? This is what I’m here today.”


    She said, ‘How about you…’


    Mrs. Donna almost couldn’t breathe, crying in the bed with her body twisted. “Sorry, Emily … It’s my


    fault. I couldn’t go to see you…”


    As a depressed patient who wouldmit suicide at any time, she wasn’t qualified to see her


    daughter.


    Mrs. Donna was heartbreaking. She fell into aa again after coughing constantly.


    Emily took a deep breath. Harold had rung the bell. Jackson rushed in. Seeing Mrs. Donna copsed


    and there were tears on her cheeks, he red at Emily. “She has never given up on you. It was just


    that she was suffering from severe depression and PTSD! That was the reason she couldn’t go to see


    you. Where were you when she wanted to kill herself? You can’t ask a victim to suffer so much! She


    has lived a miserable life.”


    Emily paused for a moment when she picked up the acquisition letter on the table, but then went out


    without looking back.


    Jackson’s voice was lingering in her mind.


    “Why is Maury alive?! Why is your mother the only one who lives in pain every day? Your dad hurt her!


    It’s not her fault! If you want revenge, juste at me!”


    “Miss Emily!” After Harold pulled her. Emily realized that she was lost in thought and had almost


    crashed into the car.


    “Go to thepany.” She got in the car and closed her eyes, but Jackson’s words kept lingering in her


    mind.


    “She has never given up on you. It was just that she was suffering from severe depression and PTSD!


    That was the reason she couldn’t go to see you. Where were you when she wanted to herself? You


    can’t ask a victim to suffer so much! She has lived a miserable life.”


    “Go and figure out how did she…” Emily frowned before she finished speaking, “Forget it. I don’t want


    to know it.”


    Harold could see she was hesitating. He said, “Miss Emily…”


    Emily’s face was in her hand, “Harold if what I’m doing is wrong, then what exactly have I been doing


    these past few months … Dad is dead, and Eliot is unconscious … Why did I do this? Am I wrong?”


    She looked at him with red eyes and asked again, “Am I wrong?”


    Before she knew the truth, all she wanted was to destroy the Heytons.


    When she saw Mrs. Donna, her resolution didn’t stagger. She didn’t care about the woman who


    imed to be her biological mother but didn’t even go to see her.


    But why was she still so sad?


    “Miss Emily, it’s not your fault. Don’t me yourself. Mr. Maury won’t me you.” Harold consoled her.


    Emily didn’t listen to him carefully. Perhaps she even didn’t listen to him at all. She looked at the


    scenery outside the window and didn’t turn around until she controlled the desire to cry, “Go to the


    company and get back all the share belonging to the Britt family.”


    Miss Emily could control her emotion quickly now.


    Harold replied, “Okay.”