Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 166

Emily was slack-jawed and did not make a sound for a long time.

I’m sorry for you loss? I’m sorry, I don’t know that?

She didn’t know what to say. She just instinctively went forward to hug Vincent. She didn’t know why it was the same time when Mr. Vincent had the accident.

Was it a coincidence?

No, there was no such coincidence.

Emily’s mind was in a mess. She couldn’t help but hug the person in front of her tightly as if he would disappear in the next second.

“My body is cold.” Vincent raised Emily’s face with his index finger and pinched her cheek. “Go to the study and wait for me there.”

His fingertip was cold, and he walked straight forward after saying this.

Emily read books in his study and then looked at his bookshelves. Normally, she seldom paid attention to the books on the bookshelves when she came in. This time, because she was not in the mood to read, she casually scanned them. She saw a row of sketch books at a glance.

She took one out and saw a black swallow on the title page. The painting was plain but vivid. It was about the size of a real swallow, and its eyes were lifelike.

Emily opened and flipped it. She was surprised. She vaguely guessed who this person was, but she did not expect that this girl’s painting would be so perfect. It could be seen that she preferred oil paintings. Sometimes it was colorful, sometimes it was flashy, and sometimes it was dark. The style varied so much.

Finally, she found a portrait.

It was Vincent, no, little Vincent. He was young and naïve. However, his expression was still cold and he did not like to smile. He frowned while sitting on the table in a garden and was playing chess with a lowered head.

Although the painter was bad at details, she was good at demonstrating the object’s personality. As time went by, with such painting skills, she would definitely become something.

As she flipped, she found a photo in the sketch book. Little Vincent and a beautiful girl of eight or nine years old were smiling at the camera. It should be the girl’s birthday. She had a birthday cap on her head and both of their faces were covered with cream. The scene was so warm.

“It’s my sister.”

Unknowingly, Vincent had entered and was standing behind her. He took out the photo and stared at it while holding it with his fingertips. His voice was low and hoarse. “It is her ninth birthday.”

In fact, Emily refused to get to know Vincent in the first place. She did not think that he would become her husband. She just treated him as a noble that could be taken advantage of. However, he was a good noble and would not mind being used by her.

However, the development of their relationship was somewhat subtle. He saved her, protected her, and even got stabbed by her, but he never minded and kept staying with her. She decided to compromise and became his woman.

Now that she had been with him for so long, she had gotten used to his company and took him as her man. No, to be exact, she had taken him as her husband.

Therefore, she ignored Arabella’s provocation, and she felt nothing when hearing the ‘substitute’ that Harold mentioned on the phone. She occasionally heard a name from the old men who were here to teach her painting.

Although she was confused about who this person was, she never asked because her intuition told her that this girl was gone. Moreover, this girl may be someone close to Vincent and a scar on him.

She didn’t want to tear it.

Vincent sat on the chair, raised his hand and got her on his lap. He flipped the sketch book and said in a low voice, “She likes drawing very much. She started learning it when she was three. Later at a banquet, those old men took a fancy to her and fought to teach her how to draw.” Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Emily whispered, “She painted very well.”

“Those old men said the same.” Vincent held her hand with his face on her shoulder. He took a deep breath and said, “She had a car accident. She took my car and had an accident on the way home.”

Emily did not say anything. She just looked down at the painting in her hand. It was a blue sea. The wave surged and white bubbles could be seen. There were four lines of footprints on the beach. Two lines were big and two lines were small.

She caressed the footprints with one hand and then reached out her other hand to stroke Vincent’s black hair. She combed it like she did to a small animal. Her movements were so gentle.

Vincent tilted his head and bit her neck. Emily raised her head in pain and her lips were covered by the man. He kissed her gently and madly. There was a faint smell of nicotine emitted from his teeth. Mixed with his unique scent, he was domineering and cold. The aura struck straight at Emily’s chest, making her hard to breathe.

“Vincent?”

His strength became heavier and heavier, and Emily felt a bloody taste. She pushed him away by force. The man’s eyes were bloodshot. He lowered his head and for the first time, he revealed a different emotion in front of Emily. There were loneliness, pain and sadness.

“I regret letting her ride in my car.”

Emily suddenly felt a pain in her heart. Her ring gave out a dark blue light and it was gone in an instant. She deeply felt Vincent’s sorrow and sadness, but she could do nothing.

The raindrops hit on the window. Only then did Emily realize that it was raining. Rex’s voice carrying anxiety sounded from outside the study, “Mr. Vincent, let’s go back, okay?”

Emily got off Vincent’s lap. The moment she got down, she saw that Vincent’s face was distorted. His forehead was covered in sweat and his eyes were scarlet. He held it back and said to Emily, “Get out.”

Emily shouted, “Rex, hurry up and come in!”

Then, she squatted down and grabbed Vincent’s hand and asked, “How can I alleviate the pain?”

“I’ll hurt you. Go.” Vincent shook her hand off and stood up while grabbing the back of the chair. He was very strong, and the back of the chair was almost broken.

Outside the door, Rex and a few guards hurried over. They got him back to his room and then closed the door.

Not long after, the guards came out. They put the things in their hands away and then lingered at the door.

“What’s going on?” Emily asked, “Is there no cure?”

The guards did not speak.

Emily was anxious. “Say something!”

This was the first time the guards had seen her get so pissed off. They looked at each other but none of them dared to speak. After all, Emily, who was standing in front of them, said that Vincent would die the first time she met him.

Rex happened to come out of the room and saw Emily’s angry face, so he stepped forward and said, “Miss Emily, the doctor said they couldn’t cure Mr. Vincent.”

“What disease?” Emily calmed down and looked at him as she asked.

“The bullet wasn’t lethal.” Rex lowered his head and said, “But that bullet was poisoned with a toxin of a frog from the rainforest.”

Emily remembered the scar on Vincent’s thigh when she was on the viewing platform. Rex continued, “Mr. Vincent will feel an excruciating pain every rainy season.”

Emily faltered, “Is there any way to alleviate the pain?”

“It…” Rex looked at her.

Emily noticed hesitation in his eyes and grabbed him and asked, “There is a way, isn’t it?”

Rex looked at her awkwardly. “Kind of.”

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