Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 402 Telephone

Elsie stared at the phone screen blankly, which showed that he had hung up. Suddenly, she laughed bitterly. As she laughed, tears flowed out of her eyes. "He hung up? He hung up on me? Hung up? ... Did he lie to me? Did you see that? He hung up on me ... He lied to me...."

Before she could say something else, Emily grabbed her by the neck. Then Emily dragged her to Maury's corpse and put her face before Maury.

"Didn't you want to apologize?" Emily stared at her and said, "Say it now."

Elsie was so scared that she was trembling. She shook her head and cried silently while pulling Emily's arm.

Emily suddenly stared at the corpse and said, "Wait a minute." She threw Elsie aside and raised her head to look at Harold. "Did you see that? He just moved."

Hearing this, Elsie rolled her eyes and blacked out.

Susan and the butler were also shocked. They hurriedly came up. Harold put his hand on Maury's neck to have a check. Then he looked up and met Emily's bright eyes, but he shook his head softly. "Impossible!" Emily pushed his hand away and stretched out her hand to touch Maury, "I saw him move! Go replace the doctor! Go!"

Susan and the butler left hurriedly.

Only Harold stood still, saying, "Our muscle tissue usually contracts after death, so it seems that it's moving."

Emily seemed to have not heard him at all. She hugged Maury's corpse and put her ears to his heart. After listening for a few minutes, she looked at Harold and said, "Shush, listen, there's a heartbeat." Harold's eyes turned red. He said, "Miss Emily, Mr. Maury is dead."

Emily glared at him, "Shut up! He's not dead! He just moved! Where's the doctor!" She turned around and shouted, "Where's the doctor?"

Then they heard footsteps coming from the door. Doctors and nurses had arrived with light footsteps.

Emily nervously watched as the doctor took out the stethoscope and put it on Maury's chest. After a few minutes, he shook his head at Emily and said, "This gentleman is no longer breathing." Emily pointed at him and said, "Check it carefully again! Listen carefully! They are too noisy, and you didn't hear clearly. Listen again. I just heard the heartbeats. It was throbbing!"

"Maybe it's your own heartbeat. This gentleman has passed away." After saying that, the doctor nodded at them and walked out.

Emily reached out and grabbed him, "Don't go! Check him again! Don't go-"

Vincent stretched out his long arms and hugged her. Emily failed to break free from him, so she lowered her head and bit on his wrist. Her mouth was full of blood. It was only when she felt numb that she finally let go and stood there in a daze, motionless. She smelled a familiar smell, mixed with a hint of nicotine, which formed the unique breathing of Vincent.

Tears finally fell. She hugged the man in front of her and cried out with tears in her eyes, "Dad is dead... My dad is ... dead."

"I'm sorry." Vincent whispered. Today, Vincent was busy helping Jaquan replace his son, contacting others all afternoon and noon. It wasn't until at night that he received news of the Britts. At the same time, he received the news that Randy had disappeared and was kidnapped.

If Emily had a clear head at this moment, she would have asked him why he was sorry with curiosity.

But now, she felt uneasy. She could do nothing but cry while hugging his arm. The only thing left in her mind was her father's calm face.

As if Maury was saying, "Do you miss Mom? If so, Dad will take you to see her, okay?"

"I've always kept my word."

"I'm not lying to you. It is a deal."

Liar.

Liar... Dad didn't keep his word. He told her it was a deal.

It was a deal.

It seemed that she suddenly had someone to depend on, so Emily released all her emotions. She cried out, "Dad is dead ... I didn't protect him... It's all my fault... He said he would take me to... Mom..." Harold sighed in relief. It was better that Emily cried out. From Town South to City Y, from the Britt's to the hospital, Emily had a dull face with no expression. Anyone who saw her like this would feel sorry for her.

People would rest assure if she cried all the way, but she held on until she met Vincent. Only then did she finally cry out.

Harold dragged the unconscious Elsie out and sent her to Susan and the butler, asking them to bring her back no matter what. In any case, Miss Emily did not want to see her anymore.

He went to ask about the formalities. Many of them required the signature of the families. He could not replace Emily, so he returned to the morgue entrance and stood there. From inside, Vincent walked out softly with Emily in his arms.

Harold looked up and saw that Emily's eyes were closed, with tears around her eyelids.

She had not drank any water or eaten any food since noon. She was finally tired from crying and fell asleep.

Vincent stared at Emily's two bloody hands. Harold explained in a low voice, "Miss Emily is not injured. It's someone else's blood."

Vincent, nodding, carried her into a ward and put her down.

Emily was in a light sleep. When she was put down, her eyes opened. It was as if her eyes closing was just an illusion. She looked at Vincent and asked, "Where's Dad?"

Vincent looked down at her and said, "He's sleeping."

"Dead?" She asked.

"Yes, he is." He said.

Emily closed her eyes again. "Dad is dead... Eliot is injured and hospitalized... Next is you, then me ... No, you are the first ... Then something happened to Dad and Eliot...." After she finished her nonsense, He raised her lips and laughed mockingly, "It's my fault... it's all my fault. If it weren't for me ... no, I would still be as useless as before. There's nothing I can do, so I just watched as something happened to them...."

"You know, you can't control everything." Vincent whispered, "The doctor said that Maury had a sudden cerebral infarction. No one can control this."

"It can be avoided!" Emily suddenly opened her eyes and shouted out of control, "If I hadn't suddenly left, Elsie wouldn't have been home! She wouldn't have seen Dad either! Dad wouldn't have been in trouble! It's my fault!" She stabbed at her chest with her fingers, again and again, with a terrible and painful look, "It's all my fault--"

Vincent held her hand and said, "What about me? My sister died in my car. She rode in my car on the whim of the other day, and the car exploded."

His voice was low, but there was an indelible pain in it. "My mother died to save me. She blocked the bullets for me."

He held Emily's finger and fiercely poked it at his chest. He questioned, "I'm the one who deserved to die, but I survived. Tell me, shall I do like you, forever living in self-blame and suffering for a lifetime?" Emily looked at him blankly, tears rolling down her cheeks and finally fell on the bed sheet.

Vincent stretched out his hand and held her in his arms. "Cheer up, the news of the acquisition of the Britt Group has already spread everywhere. You can't fall."

Emily finally regained some consciousness in chaos. Vincent was right. The plotter hadn't been caught yet. And the Britt Group was also about to change hands. Dad was lying in the mortuary, and Eliot hadn't waken up. She couldn't fall.

She couldn't fall.

Harold thought that Emily would hold Vincent and cry all night. But he didn't expect that after ten minutes, Emily would calmly come out and say, "Go buy some food. I'll get the death certificate. Call my father's lawyer later and ask him to be here in half an hour."

She washed her face and hands, revealing a bit of unfriendly coldness. Perhaps it was because the morbid pallor on her face made her look a bit more indifferent and unapproachable. Harold answered, "Yes, madam!"

Not long after walking along the corridor, Harold received a text message from Noah.

Harold glanced at it, and then a look of surprise appeared on his dull face. After reading the news, he hurriedly made a phone call and asked, "Help me confirm who bought the Britt Group?"

Not long after, he paused for seconds and asked, "Are you sure? Heyton?"

A moment later, he hung up and turned to look at the corridor. Suddenly, he remembered the moment when Emily saw Kamron for the first time in the tea house. She picked up the brick and ferociously threw it at the man who was obviously a stranger to her.

At the beginning, Harold didn't understand why.

Now it seemed that Miss Emily already knew who her enemy was, so she had shown great hostility when she met Kamron every time.

But... how did she know?¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶☐☐