Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 996 Fight to Death (1)

In early July, Stephanie got sick. She had a fever for three days, and she refused to go to the hospital. Emily sent Stephanie to Spencer when she fell asleep after taking her pills. Spencer was a godlike doctor. He would definitely be able to cure his granddaughter.

Stephanie didn't have a lot of things, and she sent them all back. Emily didn't know how other people deal with their heartbreak, but if Stephanie had stayed at the Delton Hotel, she believed the illness would last for the second half of the year or longer.

Emily was very determined to send her, but she did not dare to face Stephanie when she woke up, worried that she would lose her temper and want to leave. Emily told Harold to take care of her and then she made her way back quickly while Stephanie was still asleep.

After returning, she contacted Harold online every day. However, Stephanie did not talk much when she woke up. She usually stayed in her room and would occasionally watch her own movies. When Harold went in, she would shed tears and be silent. Emily was very sad to hear it.

She bought a lot of beautiful dresses for guards to send her, but Stephanie did not wear them once, and she rarely stepped out of her room except for eating every day.

After a long time, Mr. Spencer noticed that something was wrong with her. At first, he thought that Stephanie had a fever and was not willing to move, but when she recovered, she still looked weak. "Stephanie, what happened? Did someone treat you bad?" Spencer finally couldn't help but ask.

Stephanie shook her head.

"Tell me. I will get you justice. Whoever dares to bully my granddaughter, I will..." Spencer stood up angrily. "I'll fight him to the death!"

Stephanie shook her head, but tears flowed down.

She cried a lot. She only told Mr. Spencer that she was brokenhearted, but she did not say that she was cheated on and she suffered the most pain from brokenhearted lies and deceit.

She was under the delusion that no one loved her all her life.

Stephanie had been resting in the Hump Village for a few days. She was thinking about the Relax Room, worried that she could not deal with the sudden problems in the room in her current state. Emily, who had dropped out and was free, took over the Relax Room for her. Although she encountered some bizarre problems at first, she was able to handle them with ease later on, which was a bonus. The Relax Room was divided into several areas. There was a resting area, a venting area, and a cat bedroom. Emily liked dogs, and she did not like cats. Once she looked at the cat face to face for several minutes. When she tried to touch its head, the cat scratched her. From then on, she did not dare to touch any little cat, because the wound reminded her that it was painful to be scratched by the cat.

There were a lot of depressed people in the cat room, and they talked to the cats in a very soft voice. People named cats, called them names, and groomed them.

Emily looked at it for a while and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

She looked up and found that there were four guards in the cat room at some point.

Lord Top had been on summer vacation, so guard D also returned. At this moment, each of the four guards was happy and content to pet the cat in his arms, all with motherly smiles on their faces. Emily had nothing to say.

"Hey." A little boy asked from behind, "Do you like kittens too?"

Emily looked back and recognized that it was a little boy who was only six years old with depression. She squatted down and asked softly, "Well, what about you?"

"I don't like them." The dark circles under the little boy's eyes indicated his poor sleep. Emily heard that the boy's parents had prescribed sleeping pills for him and worried that they might harm his health, so they forced him to stop taking them. The little boy was still suffering from insomnia, and his parents could not help it. They took him to various hospitals to receive various psychological treatments every year, but the boy became more and more silent. His parents shed tears every day.

Seeing a small pocket watch around his neck, Emily changed the topic and asked, "What is this?"

The little boy opened it and showed it to her. "It was from my grandfather."

Inside the pocket watch was a picture of a kitten.

"It's a kitten. It's yours?" Emily asked.

"It was raised by my grandfather." The little boy's voice was a little childish, softer than Stony's. "It died, together with my grandfather."

"So, you don't like cats anymore?" Emily rubbed his head.

The little boy nodded and suddenly looked at Emily and said, "As long as I don't like them, they won't die."

Emily was stunned. The little boy's parents came and greeted Emily, then left with the little boy.

Emily saw the little boy walk away and could not help but look back at the cat room. The boy's eyes clearly showed the desire to go in and hug the kittens.

"Wait a minute." Emily chased after him, looked at the little boy's parents, and said, "I'll take him in to play for a while."

"I'm sorry, he doesn't like cats." The little boy's mother shook her head when she saw Emily.

"I don't think so. It seems that he likes them," Emily said confidently. "Really. That's true."

The little boy looked down and remained silent.