Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 431

"Don't mind me. Just eat whatever you want, and I'll have some porridge." With that, Christy took a sip of porridge. Although she had rested for over eight hours, she was still exhausted after sitting up from the bed.

Without saying anything, Trevor sat down on the carpet. With his back to her, he also began to eat the porridge.

He put a new carpet on the floor this morning. The one stained with blood and water was thrown into a garbage bag by him last night and then taken away by Jason.

Looking at Trevor, Christy remembered how people in City Y had judged this young man. Rumor had it that he was autistic and afraid of the dark. In addition, he acted like a freak, having great problems socializing with other people.

Christy had only been in contact with him for less than a day, but she could tell that he was not autistic. Instead, he just seemed to conceal his true self from others. He still knew how to communicate and even saved her life.

An autistic person couldn't learn through the computer about how to take out bullets from an injured girl.

"I'm so tired. Can you feed me?" Christy put down the spoon and lay on the bed feebly.

As expected, Trevor stiffened for a moment before standing up. This seemed to take him a lot of determination.

Trevor was tall, and Christy guessed he might be of the same height as Noah. However, he was too skinny, and the oversized shirt and pants almost covered his entire body. He was so pale that his arms and hands seemed to emit a pearly glow. She could even see the blood vessels beneath his skin.

Trevor picked up her spoon, scooped up some porridge from the bowl, and raised it to her lips.

Christy opened her mouth to eat the porridge, but she kept looking straight at him.

...

Trevor couldn't help looking down.

Christy still stared at him.

...

Trevor lowered his head to avoid her gaze.

Christy smiled. "Why did you look away?"

Trevor remained silent.

Well, she didn't expect an answer from him.

"I have to go back later." She stared at the lower half of his face, which wasn't covered by the hood.

She could vaguely see his eyes, but she still fixed her eyes on his pursed lips.

She was eager to hear something from him.

However, his lips clamped even more tightly.

Upon finishing a bowl of porridge, Christy lay down again. After putting the dishes back to the door, Trevor went to bed and started to work with his computer.

Christy looked over with curiosity. Trevor stiffened a little, but he didn't stop her.

Suddenly, Ferne called Christy.

She answered the phone. Meanwhile, she still stared at Trevor's computer. On the screen were all kinds of information from different social software and personal mailboxes. There were over twenty pages and he had miniaturized all of them.

Some netizens announced that they would commit suicide, while others felt that life was hopeless and they wanted to ask others for help.

After sifting through all the information, Trevor pasted the useful ones onto a new page. His skinny fingers flew over the keyboard, which reminded her of the scene that he took the bullet out from her shoulder.

She still remembered that his hand was dry and warm.

"Did you find anything?"

Hearing Ferne's question, Christy turned her attention back to the phone call. "What?" she asked.

Hearing her voice, Trevor realized that they were very close to each other. He leaned to the side involuntarily and slowed down his movements.

"Did you find any evidence to prove Branden's guilt?" Ferne was extremely restless and he told Christy the confessions of Branden and the others.

Christy hadn't contacted Noah since last night, so she had no idea that the House of Hope's staff had been sent to the police station. She was surprised to hear the latest situation, but her face turned cold when she heard that there was no new evidence against Branden.

"I found a red door to a room. There are only a bed, a chair, a mirror and a few books inside. I didn't see any women, girls, or..." She looked at Trevor and decided not to mention the iron cage.

Ferne sighed.

Christy then asked, "Where are the children? Did you get any useful information?"

Ferne said wearily, "No. They are quite healthy. In less than an hour, Branden will be released for the lack of evidence. His attorney is sorting out the documents now, preparing to charge us with arresting Branden without any evidence. Damn it..."

Christy thought of Irene. Perhaps she would lend them a helping hand as Branden's daughter.