Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 117

When Emily woke up with a splitting headache, he could not help but groan and cover his eyes. After

getting used to it, he rubbed his temples.

"Did you drink too much yesterday?" Emily said to himself.

The headache was a hangover from drinking too much, but she clearly remembered not drinking too

much yesterday!

When she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, she found that the other side of the bed was very flat. In

other words, Franklin probably didn't come back all night and didn't sleep on it.

Emily frowned, not remembering much about yesterday. He could not help but frown and wonder if

there was anything wrong with being drunk at the family dinner yesterday.

But it doesn't matter if you don't want to. When you think about last night's events, your heart aches like

a sea of mountains, and you remember everything in an instant.

Emily: ..."

"Oh my god, this must not be true," Emily said to himself.

Scrambling to find his phone, he called Lisa.

Lisa was still asleep when she heard Emily ask, "Did I go crazy last night and say a lot of things that I

shouldn't have said?"

Lisa snorted and woke up, "Miss, you finally remembered. Yes, you were drunk and crazy. You said a

lot of things you shouldn't have said."

"Did I knock down Franklin's eldest sister?"

"Yes."

"Did I quarrel with Franklin's relatives?"

"Yes."

"Did I still scold Mrs. Brent?"

"Yes."

"Woo woo woo, did I still argue with Franklin and scold Franklin?" The more she spoke, the colder she

felt and couldn't help crying.

Lisa sighed and said, "Miss Johnson, I'm really impressed with you. I didn't expect you to be such a

brave person."

"Stop it." Emily choked, "I don't know how I could have done this. What happened yesterday was not

my intention at all. I did it out of control. What should I do now? The Brents people must think I'm an

unreasonable woman, and Franklin must think I'm unreasonable."

"Well, it's no use telling me that. You have to find a way to make Mr. Brent believe that. Mr. Brent

believes that. The rest of the people are just floating clouds," Lisa sighed.

Emily pursed her lips and choked, "Then I'll hang up, Lisa. If anything happens to me, remember to

burn incense for me on the 15th of the first lunar month, for the sake of our acquaintance."

"Hey, Miss Johnson, what are you doing? You're not looking for life or death! Just explain it to Mr.

Brent," Lisa said quickly.

Emily had hung up the phone and sat on the bed with his phone in his hand. She wailed in her heart.

How could she explain it? Was she drunk? She still knew what kind of wine she drank yesterday, which

made her go crazy.

"Good morning, madam."

When Emily went downstairs, the servants were busy and greeted her.

Emily smiled and ran to the housekeeper and whispered, "Where's Mr. Brent? Is he home?"

"At home, in the study," the housekeeper said with a smile.

Emily thanked him quickly and ran back upstairs.

But when he got upstairs, he felt that it was too awkward for him to go in like this. After thinking about it,

he ran downstairs and personally made a cup of Franklin's favorite tea.

"Knock, knock, knock." Emily knocked on the door with her tea.

"Come in." Franklin's cold voice came.

Emily hurriedly brought the tea in and saw that he had a big smile on his face, "Did you sleep well last

night? I'm really sorry for letting you sleep in the study all night. I made the tea myself. Try it."

"I never drink tea in the morning," Franklin said coldly.

Embarrassed, Emily immediately put the tea aside and said, "Sorry, I forgot. Then what do you want to

drink, I'll pour it right away."

"If there's nothing to be courteous about, it's either adultery or theft. Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Franklin asked coldly.

Emily smiled and said, "Actually... I wanted to apologize to you. What happened last night... I didn't

know how that happened. My mind was in a mess and I was very upset. We've known each other for

so long. You should know me very well. I've never been such an unreasonable person. But last night... I

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all my fault."

"Do you think an apology is enough?" Franklin asked.

Emily quickly shook his head and said, "Of course not. I know that no matter how many times I say

sorry, I can't make up for the harm I've done to you and your family. I'll try my best to satisfy you by

asking you to forgive me once."

The more she spoke, the quieter she became. She could not help but lower her head and wring her

clothes uneasily.

If it were in the past, divorce would have been the worst thing. But now... She didn't want to leave, she

didn't want to leave him, no matter who he loved in his heart.

Franklin looked at her with a heavy gaze. After a long time, he snorted and said, "What do you think

you can do? I brought you in front of them yesterday and didn't want them to recognize you. But today,

I've received a lot of phone calls and text messages asking me to divorce you, saying that a woman

like you can't afford to be useful and doesn't deserve to be a The Brents woman."

"What do you mean?" Emily jerked his head up and looked at him with his eyes full.

Franklin frowned and looked at her without saying a word. After a while, he said in a deep voice, "Tell

me about your experience last night. Who did you drink? Who did you interact with more?"

"What do you mean?" Emily asked, puzzled.

Franklin sneered, "Don't you know how much you drink? Don't you know how much you drink? Do you

think you're the kind of person who would go crazy and lose your mind if you were drunk?"

Emily immediately understood, "I see. You mean... There was something wrong with the wine I drank

yesterday?"

"This is just a guess," Franklin said.

Emily immediately frowned and began to recall what happened yesterday.

She first followed Franklin to the party and had a glass of water before going. When they got there,

they drank some more wine with Franklin, and then separated from Franklin. Mrs. Brent took them to

Mrs Moore's place and drank a little. Then he went to the bathroom, talked to Mrs. Wright, and came

out to meet Matthew, then had a drink.

Normally, she didn't drink much. When she used to be a sales lady, she drank two or three times more

than this without getting drunk.

Even when she was drunk, she knew what she was drinking. She would never make a fuss and would

only sleep quietly.

Like yesterday, it wasn't like being drunk, it was more like being disturbed and going crazy.

"I... First I had a drink with you, then... Finally I met Matthew, and he also had a drink to thank me."

Emily told the whole story of yesterday, except for the conversation with Mrs. Wright.