Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 953 Harold Green (2)

The car had disappeared into sight, but Spencer was still waiting at the door. Sure enough, not long after, Harold walked back from afar. He waited at the intersection until the car drove off before returning. "I thought you wouldn't come back tonight." Spencer heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Harold return.

Harold did not speak, holding a bento in his hand. He would get the food ready every day, bring it here to eat, and come back when the night came.

Harold was dirty, full of sawdust and dust. He took off his clothes and was about to take a bath when he heard footsteps outside. He remembered that Rex had left the dog there. Harold calmed down again. The person must have forgotten something here, then the person who came over must be...

Harold turned around and his eyes widened.

Emily stood at the door. Her eyes were fixed on Harold, as well as the gauze covering his entire face.

"What's wrong? Did something go wrong with Vincent?" asked Spencer as he hurried over.

Emily shook his head. "No, I left something here."

Harold heaved a sigh of relief.

"What is it?" Spencer asked.

"I'm not sure," Emily replied after a long time.

"Have you forgotten what you left?" Spencer was confused.

Harold was already stiff all over.

Harold saw Emily walking over step by step with an innocent look, but she stared at Harold calmly and asked, "Who is he?"

Spencer glanced at Harold and then at Emily. He did not know that Emily had already discovered the portrait under Harold's bed. However, because Harold was unwilling to be discovered, Spencer naturally helped to protect Harold, so he said, "This is my patient."

"What happened to his face?" Emily asked.

"Car accident." Spencer sighed, "He got burnt and was seriously injured in the face." He looked at Emily in surprise. "Hey, why are you crying?"

Emily just looked at Harold and said word by word, "Nothing, just thinking of an old friend of mine."

Spencer then realized that something was wrong. What had Emily discovered? Otherwise, she would not have suddenly returned on the way back and caught Harold off guard.

However, Spencer did not know how Emily found that out. He looked at Harold, and then at Emily. Finally, Spencer sighed and said, "You guys should settle your own matters yourselves. I'm old now, and I have to have a rest."

Only Emily and Harold were left in the courtyard. They stood face to face, and no one spoke.

Emily looked at him and said, "Say something."

Harold pressed his lips and did not speak.

Emily suddenly slapped him on the arm. "I asked you to speak!"

"Emily, don't cry," Harold shouted in a low voice.

Emily took a step forward, then pounded his chest, and said in a hoarse voice, "You're alive, but you didn't tell me! You didn't tell me that you're alive!"

Harold hugged her and wiped her tears. He was stupid and didn't know how to comfort her. He just said, "Emily, don't cry."

Emily was crying very sadly.

Once, this dull and honest man was by Emily's side at all times. After Harold's death, Emily was not even used to the days without Harold around. Occasionally, she would wake up from dreams and cry. She felt regretful and had nightmares. That car accident had killed Harold, and Emily couldn't get rid of the shadow.

Now, Emily saw that Harold was alive. How could she not be sad, not to be angry? She was excited and happy to know that.

"Bastard!" Emily was still mumbling, her tears streaming down her face. "Harold, you're a bastard."

Harold kept his head up, not daring to shed tears, and was afraid of soaking the gauze. He hugged Emily and finally said, "I'm sorry, Emily."

Vincent sat in the car and looked at the images sent by the guards on the tablet. His eyes were filled with mixed feelings.

Rex tried to liven up the depressing atmosphere in the car. "Mr. Vincent, how about we have some late supper tonight?"

"I'm not jealous of him." Vincent closed the tablet and looked out of the window in a blanket. It was dark outside. Rex nodded. "Yes, you're generous!"

Not long after, Vincent turned on the tablet and frowned. "Why did he hug Emily for so long?"

Rex was speechless.

Vincent closed the tablet again. In less than five seconds, he turned it on. Although he did not say anything, Rex knew that Vincent's eyes were like sharp arrows at the moment, staring closely at the arms holding Emily.

When Emily came back, Vincent looked around and did not see Harold. When Emily entered the car, Vincent asked casually, "Where is Harold? Didn't he come with you?"

Hearing this, Emily suddenly hit him.

Vincent was still weak, and he almost couldn't stand up.

Emily realized that she had hit him too hard. She quickly hugged his arm and rubbed it. Then, she thought of something and suddenly let go of his arm.

Rex was speechless.

Women were so complex.

"You know that!" Emily pursed her lips and her eyes were red. "You teamed up to lie to me, especially you!" She glared at Vincent. "You didn't tell me that Harold was still alive! I don't want to talk to you anymore."

Vincent was speechless.

Rex defended Vincent. "But, the person who lied to you was Harold, not Mr. Vincent."

"But you know he is alive, and you didn't tell me. You are an accomplice!" Emily glared at Vincent angrily, then shouted at Rex unkindly, "Shut up and drive!"

"Alright."

Rex thought, 'The little Hulk was so scary when she got angry.'

Vincent suddenly covered his chest and coughed. Emily quickly helped him up and asked, "What's wrong? Did I hit you hard?"

Vincent pursed his lips and didn't speak, looking pale.

Emily helped him to lean against the back of the chair. She took the blanket and covered him with it. When she was about to pull her hand back, Vincent grabbed her hand. She looked up and heard Vincent ask in a low voice, "Don't you want to talk to me?"

"When you get better, I won't talk to you," Emily said in frustration.

Vincent didn't reply.

Vincent clutched his chest and hissed softly.

Emily looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Vincent, are you acting?"

Vincent's pale face was faintly flushed, but the car was too dark, and no one noticed that. "Will I act?"

Emily stared at his dark eyes for a while and said, "Yes."

Vincent was embarrassed.

Emily leaned against his chest and said, "Vincent."

"Yes?"

"Give me a hug." Emily wrapped her arms around him, closed her eyes, and leaned into his arms.

She was smiling contentedly.

Harold was still alive.