Donna turned around. Though her daughter did not call her mom but her name, she was very happy.
“I’m here, Emily,” Donna answered.
Emily gazed at her, while Harold took out a will and said, “According to Mr. Maury’s will, Ms. Donna will own a villa in Pearl Garden as well as a 2% stake of the Britt Group.”
Harold handed over a key to Donna, followed by a contract for shares.
Donna was a bit surprised by what Maury did.
She returned the key to Emily and said, “You’ll take the house. I don’t want it, I….” She turned her head and coughed.
Emily took a step back. The key fell on the carpet.
Donna looked at the key on the carpet and then at Emily, her eyes red. “Emily … are you blaming me? You are angry at my leaving, aren’t you?”
Emily stared at her and asked, “You are here for my Dad or me?”
“I have long wanted to see you, but….” Donna coughed for a second and continued, “Sorry, you must be disappointed in me.”
“Do you know what Dad died of?” Emily asked without any care for her regret.
Sensing the tension in the air, Jackson put his arms around Donna and said, “Go take some medicine in the car.”
Emily did not stop him but sneer with an icy stare.
Donna was shocked by Emily’s cold eyes. She knew that Emily may blame her, but she did not expect her to be so resentful. Emily looked at her as if she were looking at an enemy.
“The Britt Group was transferred to a company by Elsie. Dad caught her stamping his official seal on some transfer agreements and died from anger.” Emily narrated in a calm voice.
Harold brought a document to Emily.
Emily handed it to Donna, “Guess who bought the Britt Group?”
It was the Granding Group that was written on the document, which was a subsidiary of the Heyton’s. Recognizing it, Donna immediately coughed heavily.
“Jackson, what … what is it?” she asked as she coughed.
Emily stood there quietly and looked at her, saying, “Nothing. He just used others to kill Dad.”
Decay.
Let all the evil things decay.
“What?” Donna looked at Jackson in disbelief while coughing, “You … you … you killed…?”
She coughed heavily and fainted from the terrible news. Jackson picked her up and ran out. Emily watched them quietly and indifferently, but her fingers were trembling.
“Harold, am I right or wrong?”
She fell to the ground unconsciously. When everything went black, she dreamed of her childhood.
At that time, her family of three lived together very happily. She thought that she was the happiest child in the world.
Maury gave her whatever she wanted. Sometimes, Maury would even quarrel with Donna because he doted on Emily too much. However, it would not be long before Maury would admit his mistake and Donna would also forgive him.
The time they stayed together was short. Donna did not want to spend it on arguing. She had never doubted Maury’s loyal love until she knew Maury’s lover. She just believed that it was common for Maury to stay out because of his flourishing business.
Unable to accept Maury’s betrayal, she screamed wildly and scuffled with Maury. Their relationship ended up with a bitter quarrel on that rainy night, which she hated most in her life.
Broken bowls and dishes in the room, heavy rain outside, 7-year-old Emily ran out but only saw her desperate mother struggling and crying in her father’s arms.
Streetlamps gave a dim glow.
Little Emily was frightened and lost consciousness. The heavy rain beat against the poor girl, seeming to freeze the air and dampen the last warmth of her heart.
“She has a fever. 39 degrees. Cool her down first….”
“Towels. Prepare more cold towels….”
“Let her take some pills first. If her fever is not gone, send her to the hospital….”
Emily sank into the darkness and her brain echoed with the ebb and flow of conversation.
She recalled some past things in a daze.
In her previous life, Kamron came to the Tea Manor after discovering her identity. Just because he did not like Donna? Hated her taking his father’s love away? Or he wanted to find out more about Donna’s past, so he found Emily who was abandoned in the Tea Manor?
Perhaps he met Emily deliberately, but she foolishly treated him as a true friend. Later, he exhibited her paintings without permission, but he forgot to erase the signature, a letter “E” in the lower right corner of the picture that Emily saw on her phone.
“Little Feather, while drawing, you should mark your paintings so that others will know they’re yours.”
Emily could not understand whether he treated her as a friend or not. She was just disappointed at his cheating but did not make out why he lied to her. Perhaps because of money?
She thought in a mess.
But Donna and Jackson came to the Britt’s together.
It made her know all the things.
So that explained everything. She mocked herself in the heart. That was what it was.
In the end, she was responsible for all the things. In the previous life, if it weren’t for her, Eliot wouldn’t have fought with Kamron and been seriously injured.
Likewise, in this life, if it weren’t for her, Eliot wouldn’t have fallen from a building in Town South.
If it weren’t for her sudden departure, her father wouldn’t have died.
She deserved to die.
Emily curled up in pain and heard an indistinct voice, “You guys go out. I’ll accompany her.”
She sensed a familiar aura. She felt the warmth of the arms around her, which melted her frozen heart. The man reassured her with a gentle pat.
Emily suppressed her sorrow and tried hard to control her tears.
Though she heard the man’s voice again, she failed to make out what he said. On account of the effect of pills, she seemed to hear him sing a lullaby in her dream.
Guard A in the shadows: I am too moved to hold back my tears when I see this scene. Am I too emotional lately?
Guard B in the shadows: This is my first time to hear Mr. Vincent sing. I think his singing is on a par with that little Hulk’s.
Guard C in the shadows: Be serious! Don’t tell jokes at this time.
Guard D in the shadows: Right.
Guard C in the shadows: You see, Guard D also agrees with me.
Guard D in the shadows: I said it doesn’t sound good.
Guard C in the shadows: I don’t care about what you think. I’m not in the mood to hit you today.
Guard D in the shadows: I’m not in the mood to be hit today, either.
Guard B in the shadows: …
Guard A in the shadows: …
Vincent was still singing in a low voice, ” … Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high. Like a diamond in the sky…”
In a certain room downstairs, there were four more burning incense sticks.