Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel 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."

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."