Chapter 323 - Sprain

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The second day of the New Year.

Emily didn't go to the company today. She asked Harold to drive her to a place after Maury left.

It was far from City Y. After driving for four hours, they arrived in the afternoon.

The houses in the suburbs had some advantages. The surroundings were quiet, the air there was fresh and the scene was as beautiful as paradise. What's more, no one would come here to visit.

Emily walked along the long path and was about to arrive in front of a small villa. When she saw a car parked there, she stopped.

After the troublesome matter happened that year, Emily's mother never came back here. Maury hadn't sold the villa until a few months ago. The company was about to go bankrupt. In order to raise money, Maury decided to sell it.

'It must be the people who bought the house.'

Emily did not move forward any further. She just paced up and down outside.

She spent her childhood here. The moment she arrived here, she remembered she and her mother running along the path. At that time, they planted flowers, chased butterflies and flew kites. Sometimes, Maury would come. Then they three would drive to woods and had a picnic, although the woods were just less than three hundred meters away from the house.

They felt satisfied anyway, as if it was great happiness to live in such a peaceful place.

But happy time was always short. When lies were exposed, happiness ended.

She remembered it was heavily rainy that day. Her mother was bawling her eyes out in the messy house and Maury's eyes were red. Emily also kept crying at that time and finally fell into darkness.

It must be a dream.

Everything would turn out fine when she woke up.

But after she was awake, the world had changed. Everything became strange to her.

Strange house, strange woman and strange room.

"She has suffered great shock and trauma, so she can't accept current status for the time being. She is in her growth stage. Medicine may bring bad influence on her. I think it's better to bring her here regularly for psychological checks." The psychiatrist looked at her and said calmly.

The seven-year-old Emily shed tears silently. She was so scared that her body convulsed, almost twitched.

Maury hugged and heard her weak voice, "No ... go home ... go home ... I want to ... go home..."

He then got up with Emily in his arms and said politely, "I'll take her home. She'll be fine. Thank you."

"The traumatized child at this age is hard to recover, even will live under the shadow for the rest of life. I suggest you..." The psychiatrist wanted to say something else, but Maury carried Emily away without hesitation.

"I will help her to get recovery," he murmured.

"Miss Emily, do you want to go in?" Harold approached and whispered, "If you want, I can go in and ask the host."

Emily shook her head, "No."

Let bygones be bygones.

She turned around and walked along the path she came from. The air was as fresh as it was in childhood. She took a deep breath and murmured,

"Mom, where are you now?"

"Is there someone outside?" A voice came from the villa. A pale-faced woman stood in front of the window. She was about forty years old. Her facial features were very beautiful even without makeup. She must be a beauty when she was young. She raised her head and looked out the window, seeing a black car slowly leaving.

"No idea. Maybe some sightseers." The middle-aged man walked over from the kitchen with a cup of warm water in one hand and two pills in his other hand.

"Maybe." She put the medicine into her mouth and drank the water.

After putting down the cup, she looked towards the man and said, "Let's go. We won't come back again."

The man's expression was complex, without happiness or anger. He just asked, "Are you sure? Then I'll sell it."

"Sure."

All were over.

The woman picked up a picture frame on the table. In the picture, a five-year-old girl snuggled up to a woman. They smiled happily at the camera.

"Dad! Stand with Mom! I'll take your picture! Let's take a picture of our family!" The girl's cheerful voice seemed to still linger in the woman's ears.

She fondly caressed the girl in the photo, with slightly wet eyes.

"Let's go." She put down the photo and didn't bring anything, just like when she left here ten years ago.

**

Emily accompanied Vincent on his second medicinal bath.

The scorpion raised by Mr. Spencer must be hungry. Its stomach was flat. Mr. Spencer took the scorpion out with the small clip and waved hand to let Emily leave.

Emily closed the door. She vaguely saw Mr. Spencer placing the scorpion on Vincent's leg...

On his leg?

She must be mistaken.

Stephanie's annual leave was not over. So she went back and forth several times to bring almost everything, including mattresses, sofas, pillows, shoes and socks, here. The room was completely full.

She even secretly stuffed Mr. Spencer's old coarse clothes into the garbage bag. Then, she took out her newly bought clothes and put them on the ground. She stepped on them and then threw them into the bamboo basket.

Harold, who was standing beside her, looked astonished.

"What?" Stephanie turned to look at him.

"Why did you step on them?" Harold asked.

"It will make the clothes old." Stephanie took it for granted.

"..."

Harold finally corrected her after enduring for a while, "You will only make them dirty, not old."

Stephanie was stunned. "Really?"

"..."

Emily pointed at things plied in the yard and asked, "What did you buy? Why have you bought so much?" She picked up one thing and unfolded it. "What is it? Indoor golf? Do you think Mr. Spencer can play this?"

"It's easy to learn." Stephanie explained, "There are instructions."

There was nothing Emily could say.

Harold whispered, "Miss Emily means that Mr. Spencer won't like to play this."

"Ah, I see. I didn't think too much about it. I feel he must be bored alone. I thought of something and then bought some back..." Stephanie picked up a tennis racket, "It is a bit heavy. Is it because I haven't taken exercises for a long time?" She put down the tennis racket and picked up a badminton racket, "It's a little lighter. But who does grandpa play badminton with?"

She finally realized the problem.

She lowered her head in depression. She looked at Harold, then at Emily, and finally at Rex who was eating unknown fruit aside, asking, "Which of you can play badminton?"

"..."

Stephanie got bored for a moment, then she took the pillow and leaned on the couch to read the script.

A moment later, Harold walked up to her and asked, "Miss Stephanie, is your waist hurt?"

"You knew it?" Stephanie was a little surprised, "It's just a sprain."

"Let's get an examination in hospital. I just saw your arm doesn't have any strength. Your walking posture is a bit strange. It may be not a simple sprain."

"Are you a doctor? Why do you know so much?" Stephanie looked at him in surprise.

Harold still had no expression, "I just have experiences with so many injuries."

"Oh, then do you know how to treat a sprain?"

Harold found her intentions and shook his head, "No." He pointed at Rex who was still eating another unknown fruit and said, "He might know."

Rex instantly spit out the things in his mouth, and raised his hands to surrender, "I was wrong. Let me go. I know nothing. I just work here."

"..."

Emily walked up to Stephanie and asked, "Where did you get hurt? Don't you have a substitute when filming?"

"There were a few scenes where you couldn't use a substitute, and it was not a martial arts scene. I was caught in that scene and the leading actor needed to save me. He grabbed me and pushed me behind him ... I don't know why my waist twisted. I applied a plaster and took showers twice the next day to dissipate the plaster's smell ..." Stephanie stood up. She lifted her clothes and revealed the waist.

Harold and Rex immediately turned around.

Emily quickly pulled Stephanie's clothes down.

Stephanie was surprised and then smiled, "I just want to show you the plaster I put on. It has left mark."

"Harold," Emily turned around and asked, "Do you know how to treat sprains?"

Harold frowned and remained silent.

Stephanie replied, "Oh!" He lied to me. He clearly knows how to do it, but he said no." She walked up to Harold and looked at his face. She was familiar with Emily, so she even teased her people kindly," What? Feel shy? I'm not shy at all. What are you shy for?"

Harold said in a low voice, "I'll try."