Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 133 Negligence

It was noon when Emily returned home. After having a simple meal, she filled the food box. She asked the guard to send it to the company before returning to the studio.

Although she was a little tired, she didn't want to stop. Time was running out, so she had to hurry.

When the three old men entered, they saw Emily sitting in the middle surrounded by the easels. Her long hair was tied up high, revealing a small face. Her pair of big eyes was focused on the painting in front o her. Hearing the footsteps, she turned around and smiled, "Good morning."

The three old men were stunned for a moment at the same time before they stammered, "Hey, kid, you came so early today."

Emily stood up and prepared them three stools, a plate of sugar-free biscuits, and three cups of hot tea. Then, she sat down in front of the easel and continued her unfinished painting.

The three old men did not argue like usual. Emily noticed that they seemed to have something on their mind, so she stopped painting and said to them, "I'm a little tired today. I'll go take a rest first. Goodbye." "Alright."

After Emily left, the three old men sat there and stared at her painting.

Finally, one of them opened his mouth.

"If that child is still alive, she should be about the same age as Emily."

"Older than her. That child is only two years younger than Arabella." Aaron Peck said.

Carl Geller said, "That child is very talented. It's a pity."

Benson Mosby used to be a soldier, and he was straightforward. Hearing this, he frowned, "It's been so long. Don't mention that anymore."

Aaron looked at the seat where Emily had just sat and sighed, "As soon as I entered, I felt like I saw that child again."

"Yeah, I feel the same way."

Although Benson did not say anything, his expression showed that he thought the same.

"I thought that Vincent invited us to teach her drawing. I was wrong. He wanted us to get over the past." Carl stood up and pointed at the painting on the easel. "Although Emily hadn't been trained before, she is talented. I thought that the one I met in my life with great talent was that little girl from the Scavos. I didn't expect that I would meet the second one in my lifetime..."

Emily did not know what the old men were talking about. She went to the bathroom and drank a cup of water after returning. Then she sat at the table and began to read and take notes.

She was now very sure that the person behind Christy and Noah was trying to use Elsie and Beverly to destroy the Britt family.

Although she had reached an agreement with Christy, it was possible that Christy cheated on her and kept working for the person behind her. Emily couldn't stop her if Christy did so because there was only one chance to kidnap Noah, and she had already used it.

This man would never come to the Dalton Hotel again.

**

"How dare she!" Only after returning to the villa did Christy burst out, "How dare she hit you! What a bi..."

"Not her." Noah walked straight into the bathroom and turned on the tab of the bathtub. Then, he came out and looked in the mirror. He looked at the injuries on his face and hands, licked the corners of his injured mouth, and said, "It's Ferne Dalton."

"Why?" Christy asked in confusion, "Didn't he..."

Noah interrupted her, "It's fine. Don't worry about it."

He went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Christy no longer asked. Then, she went into the kitchen and began to cook. Not long after, Noah came out wearing a bathrobe. He took the vegetables in Christy's hand and started to cook. They cooked a few dishes together and ate them up.

Christy tidied up the table as she asked, "Then... can we go to him for that matter in the future?"

"Don't worry. I'll replace another way." Noah lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. As he spoke, the cigarette was obediently clamped to his lips without the slightest tendency to fall off. "Alright." Christy no longer asked.

When she returned from washing her hands, Noah sat in front of the computer and asked, "Did you tell her?"

Christy knew what he was referring to and nodded, "Yes."

Noah put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, his voice somewhat exhausted. "It was my negligence."

"Didn't you go to the Dalton Hotel? Why did you run into Emily?" Christy asked. She couldn't believe that Noah would be captured. If it weren't for the fact that the GPS showed that he was at the Scavo's and Emily threatened her with the photo of him, she probably wouldn't believe it.

Noah thought of Ferne's face and ground his teeth. "I didn't expect that I would be plotted."

It was the afternoon after Ferne finished cleaning up the mess in the wine cellar. He finally had time to check his WeChat and wanted to vent his miserable mood in the group. However, he was moved out of the group again!

For God's Sake!

Ferne angrily sent a message to Randy and questioned, "What did I do? Why did you move me out of the group again?"

Randy sent over a screenshot not long after, and Ferne clicked on the big picture.

"Mrs. Scavo says that I'm good-looking!"

In front of the message box was Ferne's portrait.

Ferne hugged himself with heartache.

**

Eliot was released at 4 p. m. Strangely enough when Marquise was beaten, Eliot had just entered the washroom of the ward. Because the surveillance of the ward could only take pictures of the bed and room, the washroom was a blind area. Therefore, the police searched for his alibi with some difficulty.

The Buckleys, on the other hand, unanimously believed that Eliot had beaten up their son!

Eliot's injuries made people feel that he could not retaliate. It was just a cover. Marquise had indeed been beaten by Eliot!

However, the police had already found a certificate from Eliot's attending physician. Eliot could not beat people and walk for such a long distance. The testing result of the fibers from Marquise's body had also come out and showed that the person was not Eliot.

No matter what, Eliot had been released, but the Buckleys hated the Britts since then.

Beverly and Maury were busy dealing with the company's affairs, so when Eliot left the police station, there was only Elsie at the entrance.

"Eliot, are you alright?" When Elsie saw him, she supported his arm and thanked the policeman who had escorted him out.

The policeman waved his hand and went in again.

Even though she was dissatisfied with her brother, Eliot beat Marquise for her. Elsie supported him and couldn't help but cry, "Eliot, I'm sorry. It's all my fault..."

Eliot still had wounds on his body. He struggled down the stairs and said, "Why are you crying? I'm already out."

He's hurt in his chest, lungs, and ribs. He needed a lot of time to recover. He had never thought that he would receive preferential treatment when he entered, but for some reason, he was taken to a private room with a bed, air conditioning, and a desk.

He maliciously thought that Marquise wanted to prevent him from recovering. However, it seemed that Marquise wasn't that vicious.

But who showed up and gave him preferential treatment?

If he stayed in the cold holding cell for an entire night, he probably wouldn't be able to stand up at this moment.

"Eliot, I went to replace Emily and asked her to replace Mr. Vincent for help, but she ignored me..." Elsie complained, "Why are you treating her so well? She is an ungrateful and vicious person. If something happens to you, she will only shrink back in fear and won't be able to help at all!"

"You went to the Scavo's?" Eliot suddenly stopped.

Elsie suddenly regretted saying those words. It seemed that Eliot still wanted to protect Emily. She felt indignant, "Yes. I was worried about you. I wanted to save you, but I couldn't do anything. I just wanted to beg Mr. Vincent..."

"I know." Eliot nodded.

It turned out to be Mr. Vincent. It made sense.

Elsie's eyes widened. "Eliot, what do you know? That retard is now enjoying her life, not caring about your life at all! She doesn't want to come back from the Scavo's anymore!"

"Mr. Rolando likes her and treats her like his own granddaughter. Of course she likes it there." Eliot glanced at Elsie and said, "How did you treat her? Why does she want to come back?"

"Eliot, I..."

Elsie wanted to say something else, but she was interrupted impatiently by Eliot, "Alright. Stop it. Let's go home."

Elsie lowered her head in displeasure. In Eliot's heart, Emily could do nothing wrong. She must let him know that Emily was indeed a retard!¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶