Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 68

Emily was carried home in Franklin's arms and leaned weakly against Franklin with her face pale. The

servants were startled and they thought something bad had happened to her.

"Make some soup and put some sedatives in," Franklin ordered.

The servants nodded quickly and immediately went to prepare the soup.

"Just lie down and take some rest." Franklin held Emily on the bed, took off her shoes and socks, and

covered her with the quilt.

"Franklin," Emily called him in a low voice and reached out to hold his hand as if she didn't want him to

leave.

Seeing how dependent she was on him, Franklin could not help but smile gently and touch her head

lovingly.

At this time, the servant knocked on the door and with the soup. Franklin held the bowl for Emily and

fed her.

Emily shook her head and said weakly, "I don't really want to have soup. I don't have an appetite.

"It's just soup for your good rest, just regard it like water and drink it up." Franklin gently coaxed.

The servant waited aside and was shocked to see Franklin being like this. The servants here had been

serving Franklin for more than twenty years. When had they ever seen him being so gentle? The maid

couldn't help but look up upon Emily, thinking that this lady was really resourceful.

"Can you accompany me today?" Emily asked pitifully.

Franklin nodded and said gently, "Of course, I'm free this afternoon. I'll be with you."

With red-rimmed eyes, she opened her mouth and drank the soup in his spoon.

She was not weak, and she wasn't desperate when she met her own problems. When bullied by the

Anthony family, she didn't feel very sad. But today, she killed a child for no reason, she couldn't help

but feel very scared and guilty of fear, so that she did not dare to be alone.

As soon as she closed her eyes, all the scenes unfolded in her mind were the blood coming from Iris's

body, which eventually converged into a look of a baby.

After drinking the soup, Franklin handed the empty bowl to the servant and asked her to go down. Then

he called Jason and asked him to leave the businesses to someone else to deal with. If Jason couldn't

handle it, he would handle it when he had time.

After the phone call, he went to take a shower and change his clothes, then held her in his arms.

Emily hugged him tightly, tears still falling.

"I really didn't mean it, really." Emily choked again.

She didn't know how many times she had said this. If it were anyone else, Franklin would have been

impatient to listen and scolded the other to be naggy.

But it was Emily, so he was extremely patient.

Patting her on the shoulder again, he comforted her, "I know it's not your fault. It's none of your

business. Have a good rest and you will forget it when you wake up."

Emily's tears welled up. She didn't know if she would forget after sleep. But now she closed her eyes

obediently, perhaps because she was tired from crying, or because of the soup, so she fell asleep very

quickly.

Franklin gently put her down, looked at her red and swollen eyes and the pale little face, and couldn't

help but sigh.

A gentle kiss was dropped on her eyes, cheeks, and finally on her delicate lips.

Emily slept so soundly that she didn't even notice or was about to wake up.

Franklin made sure she was asleep before he lifted the quilt and quietly got out of bed. As soon as he

got down, he took out his cell phone and called Jason to let him go to his study.

"Find out what Iris is up to and who she's dealing with," Franklin ordered Jason coldly.

Jason nodded and said, "Young master Ryan came here today to say that he wants to ask for a

position for Alan. So..."

Franklin's eyes darkened and he said slowly, "Let him go to the branch office and be a manager! The

probation period is one month, and if he fails, he will be kicked out directly."

"Yes." Jason nodded.

After Jason left, Franklin leaned back and narrowed his eyes to recall what happened today. Alan was

at the dinner table, too. Unexpectedly, the child had already grown up. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Sure enough, Alan was only two years younger than him.

Emily took a nap and woke up with Franklin still by her side.

With her eyes wide open, she could not help but reach out and gently touch his tightly pressed lips.

Franklin's lips were a little thin, and she heard that people with thin lips were more aloof. But thinking of

his gentle consolation today, Emily was full of warmth. Whether he loved her or not, he was now doing

his duty as a husband.

Her husband had done his best to fulfill his duty.

"You're awake," Franklin said in a low, husky voice.

Emily blushed and quickly withdrew her hand.

Unexpectedly, Franklin grabbed her and kissed her hand. After letting go of her hand, he leaned over

and kissed her lips. "How do you feel? Are you still feeling bad?" He asked gently.

Emily couldn't stand the gentleness and her heart was pounding.

Today's Franklin was very different. She was overwhelmed by his gentle.

"Much better, thank you," Emily said, blushing.

Franklin smiled, reached out, and rubbed her cheek, "I'm your husband. It's my duty to comfort you.

There is no need for you to thank me. If you feel better, get up and have some food. Are you hungry?

You ate less at lunch. You must be hungry now!"

Emily's stomach growled and she was really hungry, so she got up with a red face.

The two of them went downstairs for dinner. Franklin kept on putting more food in Emily's bowl during

dinner, which made Emily very flattered.

After dinner, Franklin went to work in the study, and Emily read the book. When she recovered, she had

to fulfill her promise to be Franklin's assistant, so she had to learn what she should know.

However, what happened today was too much for her to bear, and she did not read the book for long

before she went to Franklin and hesitantly asked him about Iris.

At this time, Franklin was holding the investigation materials sent by Jason and he threw them on the

table with a cold snort.

When he saw that Emily was here and asked him about Iris, he sneered, "Your sister is not a simple

woman. She deliberately miscarried. You don't have to blame yourself."

"How come? How could she have intentionally miscarried?" Emily was shocked and immediately

denied that.

"Why not? She bit you on purpose to let you get rid of her. I've asked people to investigate that even if

you get rid of her, she might not hit the sharp edge of the sink. But she did, and no one could do it

except when she wanted to."

"But why would she do that? She likes Lucas so much that she can't bear to lose her baby."

"This is the truth, because this child may not be Lucas', so she had to get rid of it," Franklin said coldly.

Emily shuddered and looked at Franklin in disbelief.

But Franklin threw her a file, she understood after unfolding it. She also knew the man in this file. He

was Iris's junior high school classmate. They once went on date in junior high school. Later, Anthony

scolded her and they had to break up.

She didn't expect them to be together again, for not only a short period.