Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 997 Fight to Death (2)

The little boy's father had already taken the boy a step out. "We appreciate your kindness. We're leaving."

Overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness, Emily watched the parents take the boy outside, then get in the car and drive away.

She never met the boy again in the Relax Room. She thought perhaps he was better. In late July, she met the parents, who had come to deregister the boy.

Emily thought that the boy had recovered from his illness, so she smiled and asked, "Is he not suffering from insomnia now?"

The boy's mother did not speak, but tears flowed down.

Emily was stunned. Then, the boy's father said, "He... He has gone."

"W-when?" Emily widened her eyes in disbelief.

"Two days ago." The boy's father wiped his face and said, "Can I have that photo back when he checked in? He didn't like being taken photos and we want to keep that one."

"Alright," Emily said and asked someone to close the account. Then she took a closer look at the one-inch photo of the boy. The boy looked at the camera reluctantly.

After seeing off the parents, Emily lowered her head and remained silent. The receptionist reassured her and said, "A lot of people with depression are like this. One day he's fine, and the next day ... Last month, we had four people come together to refund their cards."

Usually, registered users were given a membership card to get access to the door. Just like at work, everyone would have a monthly registration form allowing one to enter and check how many times he or she had been in the Relax Room that month and which areas he or she had entered.

There were four computers at the front desk. Each computer showed the images of the monitoring area. Emily stared at the rest area for a while, then turned to the cat room.

That little boy should really want to go in and play.

Unfortunately, he no longer had a chance.

In the evening, Emily returned home and received a call from Janessa. "Why have you been so busy after quitting school for so long? I asked you to come and play, but you didn't come."

Emily served herself a cup of water, and after drinking it, she said, "I went to the Relax Room to help."

"Where is Stephanie?" Janessa asked, "Recently, she hasn't posted in Moments. Could it be that they broke up?"

The truth was that a woman's intuition was naturally sharp.

Emily was silent for a few seconds before Janessa asked seriously, "Really?"

"Yes." Emily could only briefly explain the situation, "She has returned to her hometown now, so I'll help take care of the Relax Room."

"She must be heartbroken now." Janessa muttered on the other side, "I'm almost at the prenatal period. Otherwise, I can take her out to feel better. The lovelorn people can't heal themselves there alone. The more they try to do it, the more they get hurt, and they're prone to depression."

Emily was suddenly shocked. "She used to have depression."

"What?" Janessa was also shocked. "Then how could you leave her alone?"

"It's fine. She is not alone."

"That's good." Then Janessa told her a few ways to treat the breakup and then hung up.

She told him not only to keep an eye on Stephanie but also to replace some comedy movies to watch with her and replace something else for her to do, otherwise, she might overthink.

"She had depression before." Emily was worried that Harold had forgotten and reminded him. "Remember... to take care of her. I'm worried that she won't be able to take it easy."

"I understand." Harold hung up the phone and looked at the room. Stephanie was still lying on the bed, staring at the projection movie above her without blinking.

Stephanie really couldn't take it easy, but at this moment, she still had her grandfather. She would definitely not do anything to hurt herself. It had been so sad for so long that she had forgotten how to laugh. Harold was not a talkative person. Usually, he would only answer when Spencer or Stephanie took the initiative to ask him. He would not be the first one to talk.

Stephanie had been very quiet these days, and Harold was quiet as well. He did not know how to comfort a lovelorn person. He could only use the stupidest method to keep her company.

Harold listened to Emily's suggestion and went to replace a funny movie. However, Stephanie never laughed from beginning to end. After the movie, Harold still wanted to watch another one. Stephanie suddenly said, "Harold, I don't need you to accompany me. I want to stay alone for a while."

Harold glanced at her and turned to leave.

It was already midnight. He went out and took a quick shower. When he came back, he felt uneasy and opened Stephanie's room. At that moment, he saw Stephanie holding a knife in her hand.

He quickly rushed over, took the knife, and pressed Stephanie against the bed.

Stephanie gasped and cursed. "Fuck it!"

Only then did Harold notice that there was a half-peeled pear by the bed.

"Hey! Hurry up and let me go! My hands hurt!" Stephanie was in great pain and struggled a bit.

Harold quickly let go of her. Seeing her lower her head to pick up the knife, he could not help but take a step forward and grab the knife. "Let me do it."

Stephanie didn't stop him. She rubbed her wrist and sat back on the bed.

Harold had just held her down, which made her dress disarray, exposing her shoulders and her blue bra straps.

Harold looked down and kept peeling it.