Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 52

Emily's face was bruised, her arm in a sling, and one of her legs in a cast. She looked so miserable

when she was in the wheelchair.

The servants were also shocked when Franklin brought her home.

However, Franklin refused to accept others' help and personally carried Emily upstairs.

"Thank you," Emily said gratefully.

As the saying went, misfortune tested the sincerity of friends. She never thought that Franklin would

take care of her himself instead of scolding her for being stupid. Her resentment against him in the

morning also dissipated.

"Does it hurt?" Franklin sat beside her and looked at the wound on her face with slightly deepened

eyes.

Emily nodded. How could it not hurt? She was afraid of disfigurement.

"Don't worry, I will take this revenge for you. I will never spare the person who hurt you." Franklin swore

coldly.

Emily was touched, but she had no hope of finding the murderer.

She immediately said, "It would be best if you could find the person. But don't blame yourself if you

cannot. This kind of people is usually in roaming bands of marauders. Maybe he will run away after

this."

"You don't have to worry about this. Stay at home and recuperate. Let go of work and don't go out for a

month," Franklin said.

"What? You don't even allow me to go out?" Emily was surprised.

Franklin said angrily, "Look at yourself! Where else do you want to go?"

Emily looked at her foot in a cast and the doctor said it would take at least half a month to remove it.

But she couldn't stand it if she was not allowed to go out for a month.

"But I'm going to the hospital to see my mother." Emily made an excuse.

Franklin snorted coldly, "Do you think mother-in-law would feel relieved or worried if she sees you like

this?"

"But my job..."

"Do you still want to lie to me? You're just idling away that you can even play cards at the sales office

as nobody visits recently. I know you've already taken a leave of absence to help Harry decorate his

house. If you hadn't helped him decorate the house, you wouldn't have been robbed, and you wouldn't

have been hurt like this."

The more Franklin talked, the angrier he became. He couldn't catch the person who hurt Emily, so he

took it out on Harry.

Emily was shocked and said, "You do know it all."

"Or do you think you can hide it from me?" Franklin was even angrier. She wanted to keep it from him.

Emily pursed her lips, "I didn't mean to hide it from you. I just wanted to earn some extra money. I didn't

tell you because you don't allow me to get in touch with Harry."

"Hmph, but you still are involved with him even you know I would be unhappy. Are you so short of

money? How much does he give you? I'll give you ten times."

"I don't want your money." Emily refused immediately.

"Why? Would you rather receive his money instead of mine?" Franklin gritted his teeth.

Emily said solemnly, "I accept his money because I devoted energy and time to work for him, and I

deserve it. But what do I do for you to take your money? I don't want it."

"You can also take it as income from work. You worked so hard last night. Isn't it right to make some

money?" Franklin humiliated her deliberately.

Sure enough, Emily's face turned red with anger. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, "Franklin,

you bastard, what do you think I am? I won't sell out myself even if you want to pay."

Franklin was also very angry when she threw a pillow at him. She didn't understand what he meant at

all.

He just wanted her to rest at home and not get involved in all those messy things. She didn't

understand.

"Emily, you idiot." Franklin cursed, slammed the door, and left.

Emily's eyes were red with anger. She was hurt in the accident today. She was already so terrified and

feeling wronged that she felt terrible. He actually scolded her.

Indeed, she was a fool. How could she believe that he had become better and been nicer to her? Sure

enough, he just felt uncomfortable not scolding her for a day.

Lying on the bed, she cried and fell asleep.

She couldn't help with it. In addition to the abrade medicine, she also took oral medicine, which

contained sedatives or hypnotics, and she wanted to sleep after taking it.

She groggily felt like she was being carried, then someone wiped her body with warm water and put

her on the bed.

A pair of hands gently patted her, just like when she felt uncomfortable at a younger age, her mother

would gently comfort her.

"Mom, it hurts," Emily mumbled in her sleep, choking.

"Well, go to sleep! It won't hurt if you fall asleep." A gentle voice rang in her ear, but it was not her

mother's voice, it was more like...

Emily had no energy to think, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Emily woke up and looked around. There was no one there.

Sure enough, it was all in her dream! Emily sighed in her heart. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

But when she moved, she realized that her pajamas had been changed. She frowned and thought that

she hadn't gotten changed to sleep yesterday. Did the maid change it for her?

Emily rang the bell and asked the servant to come up. She pretended to ask inadvertently, "Where's

Mr. Brent? Does he go to work?"

"Mr. Brent didn't come back since he left last night." the servant replied.

"Oh, I see!" Emily suddenly felt lost. As expected, yesterday was just a dream of her own.

It seemed that the person who changed her pajamas was indeed a servant.

When Joyce heard that she was injured, she insisted on coming to see her.

Emily couldn't make her change her mind but only tell her the address and tell the housekeeper that if a

girl named Joyce comes to find her, let her in.

After Joyce came in, she excitedly said to Emily, "Emily, you are really lucky to be able to live in such a

big and good house."

Emily snorted, "So what? It's just a place to sleep. It's not mine anyway. I might get kicked out

anytime."

"Don't say that. If I could live in such a good house for the rest of my life, I would be satisfied even for a

day," Joyce said longingly.

At this time, the servant knocked on the door and reported to Emily, "Madam, Mrs. Brent comes."

When Emily heard this, she was scared trembling and she cried out, "Why is she here again?"

Joyce quickly asked, "Who is it?"

"My mother-in-law, come on, help me in the wheelchair. What the hell! Why does she come here

again? She has been here not long before."

Joyce quickly helped Emily to the wheelchair with the maid.

Looking at Emily's unhappy face, Joyce asked with concern, "Are you so afraid of her? Doesn't she like

you?"

"Hmph, do you think you would like to have a daughter-in-law like me if you have a son who was

handsome and capable?"

"Of course. But I don't have a son." Joyce immediately had given an absolute assurance.

"Joyce, you're really my best friend." Emily was moved.

However, when Joyce pushed her downstairs and she saw Mrs. Brent, Emily's face immediately turned

sad.

This time, not only did Mrs. Brent come alone, but she also brought Anthony and his wife together with

Iris over.

Lucas followed, he asked anxiously when he saw Emily frown, "Emily, are you okay? What happened

to you?"