Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 323

The second day of the New Year.

Emily didn't go to the company today. She asked Harold to drive her to a place after Maury left.

It was far from City Y. After driving for four hours, they arrived in the afternoon.

The houses in the suburbs had some advantages. The surroundings were quiet, the air there was fresh and the scene was as beautiful as paradise. What's more, no one would come here to visit.

Emily walked along the long path and was about to arrive in front of a small villa. When she saw a car parked there, she stopped.

After the troublesome matter happened that year, Emily's mother never came back here. Maury hadn't sold the villa until a few months ago. The company was about to go bankrupt. In order to raise money, Maury decided to sell it.

'It must be the people who bought the house.'

Emily did not move forward any further. She just paced up and down outside.

She spent her childhood here. The moment she arrived here, she remembered she and her mother running along the path. At that time, they planted flowers, chased butterflies and flew kites. Sometimes, Maury would come. Then they three would drive to woods and had a picnic, although the woods were just less than three hundred meters away from the house.

They felt satisfied anyway, as if it was great happiness to live in such a peaceful place.

But happy time was always short. When lies were exposed, happiness ended.

She remembered it was heavily rainy that day. Her mother was bawling her eyes out in the messy house and Maury's eyes were red. Emily also kept crying at that time and finally fell into darkness.

It must be a dream.

Everything would turn out fine when she woke up.

But after she was awake, the world had changed. Everything became strange to her.

Strange house, strange woman and strange room.

"She has suffered great shock and trauma, so she can't accept current status for the time being. She is in her growth stage. Medicine may bring bad influence on her. I think it's better to bring her here regularly for psychological checks." The psychiatrist looked at her and said calmly.

The seven-year-old Emily shed tears silently. She was so scared that her body convulsed, almost twitched.

Maury hugged and heard her weak voice, "No ... go home ... go home ... I want to ... go home..."

He then got up with Emily in his arms and said politely, "I'll take her home. She'll be fine. Thank you."

"The traumatized child at this age is hard to recover, even will live under the shadow for the rest of life. I suggest you..." The psychiatrist wanted to say something else, but Maury carried Emily away without hesitation.

"I will help her to get recovery," he murmured.

"Miss Emily, do you want to go in?" Harold approached and whispered, "If you want, I can go in and ask the host."

Emily shook her head, "No."

Let bygones be bygones.

She turned around and walked along the path she came from. The air was as fresh as it was in childhood. She took a deep breath and murmured,

"Mom, where are you now?"

"Is there someone outside?" A voice came from the villa. A pale-faced woman stood in front of the window. She was about forty years old. Her facial features were very beautiful even without makeup. She must be a beauty when she was young. She raised her head and looked out the window, seeing a black car slowly leaving.

"No idea. Maybe some sightseers." The middle-aged man walked over from the kitchen with a cup of warm water in one hand and two pills in his other hand.

"Maybe." She put the medicine into her mouth and drank the water.

After putting down the cup, she looked towards the man and said, "Let's go. We won't come back again."

The man's expression was complex, without happiness or anger. He just asked, "Are you sure? Then I'll sell it."

"Sure."

All were over.

The woman picked up a picture frame on the table. In the picture, a five-year-old girl snuggled up to a woman. They smiled happily at the camera.

"Dad! Stand with Mom! I'll take your picture! Let's take a picture of our family!" The girl's cheerful voice seemed to still linger in the woman's ears.

She fondly caressed the girl in the photo, with slightly wet eyes.

"Let's go." She put down the photo and didn't bring anything, just like when she left here ten years ago.

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Emily accompanied Vincent on his second medicinal bath.