Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 292

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look, you've also been misunderstood, haven't you? You've also tasted the bitterness of

having to swallow your pain!" Emily came downstairs, gloating.

Lisa almost spat out a mouthful of blood. She really didn't expect Emily to gloat at this time.

She was so angry that her eyes turned red and tears fell out.

Emily was totally stunned.

Having known Lisa for so long, could she not know Lisa's character? She was stubborn and

domineering, even stronger than a man. Now that she suddenly burst out of tears, Emily panicked.

"Hey, hey, don't cry! I was just babbling. Are you that vulnerable? Besides, don't you blame me. You've

been mocking me all day, haven't you? Have I cried?" Emily said hurriedly.

Lisa wiped her tears while crying, "Of course you are not in the same situation as me. Mr. Brent is such

a nice and outstanding person. Why shouldn't you curry favor with him? If you don't treat Mr. Brent well,

you just don't love him. Jason has always been spoiling me. Now he's angry with me for such a small

matter. He doesn't love me at all."

Emily, "..."

She twitched her lips and looked at Lisa speechlessly.

After a long time, she said, "Is it possible that Franklin has the same idea as you that he is so nice and

outstanding that I should care about him and fawn on him, or else I just don't love him?"

"What do you know? You don't know anything at all." Lisa covered her face and cried again.

Emily really couldn't figure out Lisa's strange idea. Of course, if it was Franklin's idea, she would be

even angrier.

Although she was not very outstanding or very beautiful, nor was she born into a prominent family, she

was also a dignified person. She didn't ask Franklin to be with her. Why should she fawn on him?

However, seeing how sadly Lisa was crying, she didn't argue with her about it.

Instead, she pulled her to sit down, handed her a few tissues, and said, "Okay, now don't cry. Do you

know how scary it is for you to cry given your personality? Jason didn't say anything bad. He was just

angry. You and Matthew have such an ambiguous relationship, and he doesn't even have the right to

be angry?"

"What do you mean by an ambiguous relationship? What's wrong with him and me? That man has

been pestering me. Did I respond? But what about him? He's angry with me without asking the truth.

Who does he think he is?" Lisa grabbed the tissues and wiped her tears while crying.

Emily curled her lips and said quietly after a long time, "I don't think Jason was angry with Matthew for

pestering you, but for the fact that you didn't tell him about it, or you didn't handle it well enough to

make Matthew give up on you."

On hearing this, Lisa threw the tissues into the trash can and said, "You have the cheek to say that to

me? Isn't Mr. Brent angry because of your deception?"

"I had a reason. I have an unspeakable secret," Emily argued immediately.

Lisa snorted coldly, "Don't I have an unspeakable secret? I've been so busy all day that I can't even

have a few words with him. I'd like to confess, but I have to have time! Did he give me time before he

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"I..." Emily wanted to persuade her, but she somehow approved of her logic.

But after a while, Lisa said, "At first, I thought that Mr. Brent was angry with you because you were

assaulted by that guy. I was angry too and kept blaming myself for not protecting you well. I didn't

expect it to be a misunderstanding. But Mr. Brent has gone too far. You're back safe and sound, so why

does he have to act like that?"

This was the first time in so long that Lisa had said such a thoughtful thing. Emily was stunned.

"A Friend in need is a friend indeed." Emily thought this was it.

When she heard Lisa say that as she felt wronged, her eyes turned red and tears began to fall down.

When Emily cried, Lisa also thought of her grievances. So the two women hugged each other and

cried. The more they cried, the sadder they were. When Franklin came back, what he saw was two

women hugging each other and crying.

Franklin, "..."

"What's going on?" Franklin stretched out his arms and carried Emily upstairs.

He went upstairs and found a wet towel to wipe her face, and then asked again with a grim face.

Emily was still angry with him. She turned her head, twitched her mouth, and said, "Nothing. Even if

there is really something going on, it's none of your business."

Franklin looked at her red eyes and felt heartbroken. He pinched her chin angrily, forcing her to look at

him, and said, "Why is it none of my business? You're my wife. Of course, it has something to do with

me if you cry. Tell me what happened. If you don't say it, I'll be angry."

"Hmph, go get angry then! Men are all bullshit. You're all so arrogant. Franklin, do you think that you're

better than me in every aspect, so I should just suck up to you and stick to you? I'm telling you, dream

on! I also have dignity and self-esteem. You were the one who schemed to marry me, not me begging

you to do this."

Emily asserted eloquently and stubbornly raised her chin. Her red and swollen eyes added a little

charm to her. She herself did not know how charming she looked.

Franklin laughed in anger. Suddenly, he turned over and pinned her down. He gently stroked the corner

of her eyes with his fingers and said, "Yes, it is I who schemed to make you marry me. I didn't ask you

to fawn on me and beg me. I just told you to be obedient. But you were always disobedient. What

should I do with you?"

"Why should I be obedient? I'm not your daughter." Emily retorted angrily.

Franklin chuckled again and kissed her on the corner of her mouth. "You can't be my daughter. I'm not

that old either. But if you want to be, I can spoil you and call you baby."

When Franklin uttered the word "baby," his voice was extremely low and sweet. And since it came out

of Franklin's mouth, it sounded a little mischievous.

Emily didn't know why, but when she heard that voice, her heart trembled and her face turned red as if

it were bleeding.

She had wanted to argue with Franklin, but now she couldn't say a word as if her throat was stuffed

with cotton.

Franklin had long been moved by her bashful look and could not help but lower his head and kiss her

lips.