Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 550

There was a light drizzle around three in the morning, and the road leading to the cemetery was humid.

It was a cemetery that Maury had picked for himself when he was alive. It was not in the city center but in a rural area. Before and after Qingming Festival, there were not many people. It was very empty and quiet.

The guard was an old man. After he supervised them to fill in the registration form, he took off his glasses and sat down on the chair to smoke. Harold took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to him. The old man smelled it and knew it was good. He said a few words to Harold and became politer.

After all, rich people would not choose the cemetery here, so they were trifled with it.

Emily was dressed in black. She walked along the marble floor with a bunch of chrysanthemums. After walking a hundred meters, she saw a person sitting in a wheelchair in the distance. The person just happened to be in front of Maury's tombstone. The person was dressed in black with his back facing them.

But Emily recognized him from afar.

Susan and the butler walked to Eliot with chrysanthemums in their hands. They nodded slightly and placed the flowers in front of the tombstone. And then, they picked up the towels and gently wiped the photos of Maury.

Emily put the chrysanthemum over and placed it side by side with a few bunches of flowers. Then, she took the fire paper from Harold and threw it into an iron basin that was burning well.

No one spoke. It was peaceful and quiet.

After burning the paper, Emily stood up and asked Eliot, "Did you come alone?"

Eliot didn't speak.

Emily glanced at Harold. And then, Harold pushed Eliot out. When he was about to reach the car at the door, Eliot gestured to stop.

Harold stopped.

Eliot looked at Emily and asked, "Do you want to talk with me?"

Emily nodded, "Sure." She then waved at the butler and Susan, "You guys go in and wait for me."

Susan and the butler looked at them worriedly, but they still got into the car.

Emily pushed Eliot's wheelchair down the slope a few steps before it was a distance away from the car. "What do you want to tell me?" she asked.

"Did you give the idea to Elsie?" Eliot turned his wheelchair around and looked at Emily.

"Yes." Emily didn't deny it. Elsie did the same as Emily expected except taking drugs and committing suicide.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Eliot frowned, "Do you hate her that much? Those things were in the past. Why can't you spare her?"

"Spare her? Do you know how Dad died? Do you know that the Britt Group was almost acquired by the Heytons? Do you know how I've been doing these days?" Emily asked as if she had heard a joke.

"I don't know!" Eliot roared, "I only know that Elsie goes crazy! She almost bit a doctor! The police said that they would transfer her to the detoxification center in the afternoon. Do you know what that place is? You are now in the Britts and you are taken good care of. Can you be as miserable as her? Yes, she deserves it. Dad was already dead and we are left. Why can't we let go of our hatred and live a good life?"

"Let go of our hatred and live a good life?" Emily wiped away her tear and laughed, "Yeah, why not? Maybe it's because I'm born to seek revenge for the smallest grievance."

Eliot looked at her in disbelief, "Emily! You have changed. I don't know why you have been playing dumb all this time, but I would rather that you are really stupid for a lifetime! In that way, you at least have humanity, not like you are now. You're cold like a stranger!"

Emily didn't say anything and waved her hand.

And then, Harold drove out. When they passed by Eliot, Emily looked down at the phone. She didn't look out the window.

She was so depressed. Holding the phone, she kept holding back tears.

She thought that in the whole family, except for her father, only Eliot would understand her, but she did not expect that she was overthinking.

He and Elsie were related by blood, but she was the daughter of a home wrecker.

A moment later, she dialed Vincent's number. She sniffed and asked, "Can I go find you?"

"I am in the cemetery," Vincent said.

"I know. I want to see you now," Emily was about to cry.

Vincent thought that she was missing her father, so her voice was a little nasal. "Alright, I'll wait for you." He answered immediately.

"Let's go to the cemetery in the city," Emily said as she closed the phone.

She didn't know what kind of catastrophe her temporary decision had led to soon after.