Love You Like I Used To Forget It (Millie Bridge) novel Chapter 370

Seeing how determined I was, Emma didn’t press any further.

Just as we were about to leave in the car, another car pulled up beside ours. When I saw who stepped out of it, my eyes widened in

shock.

Emma saw them too and tugged at my sleeve in surprise. “Emilia, Isn’t that your ex–husband’s brother and sister–in–law?”

I was just about to say yes when Grace suddenly collapsed into Irvin’s arms. He picked her up and rushed toward the hospital.

Seeing this reminded me of how I had wished that Irvin would come and save me when I was drowning

I chuckled mockingly.

Noticing something was off with me, Emma turned to me. “Emilia what’s wrong?”

I withdrew my gaze. “Nothing.”

Then I told the driver to start driving.

As the car drove out of the hospital, Emma stared at me. She hesitated at first, but then curiosity got the better of her

“Emilia, looking at how you reacted to your ex–husband’s brother. Is it true that he’s actually not Timothy, but Irvin? she asked.

She had been with me for quite a while, so she could read some of my emotions. My shift in emotions when I saw Irvin reminded her of the rumors online. She suspected whether it was really Timothy who had died and Irvin who had survived.

But in this world, the more you know, the more dangerous it could be sometimes. So I replied, “He’s not my ex–husband.”

With that, I lowered my head and looked at the documents that had just been printed.

Before Emma could say anything else, I handed her another copy of the documents. “You should take a look at this first. Observe and learn once we get to the venue.”

Knowing that it wasn’t easy to attend an international academic conference like this, she immediately set her curiosity aside and studied the documents I had given.

When we arrived at the venue and were about to enter, we were stopped by the security guards at the entrance.

Since we had fallen into the water, our invitation letter had also gotten wet. Although it wasn’t destroyed, the chip inside was damaged.

Entry to the conference mainly relied on scanning the chip to verify identity. Now that our chip was damaged, it couldn’t do so, so the guards couldn’t let us in.

Just as I was about to call the person–in–charge at our university to ask what to do, Julianne walked over, holding the arm of a blond–haired, blue–eyed man.

She spotted me and raised an eyebrow. “Millie, you’re really forcing your way into every event. Why is an academic seductress like you here at such a renowned academic conference?”

Hearing this, the man she was holding onto turned toward her. “Academic seductress?”

Julianne immediately gave him a sweet smile. “She’s been using her looks to flirt with the professors and steal her senior’s research to claim it as her own. She gained fame, but her poor senior couldn’t even graduate. He spent 20 years studying, and it was all for nothing in the end, benefiting her.”

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