Chapter 599 - The Bait

The medical doctor took Emily's pulse and then shook his head at Donna, "She's injured in mind. If it's a headache, I can try, but..."

Donna had never believed that Emily had any mental problems, but she had to admit. Emily changed into another person within one day.

Donna told what happened to the medical doctor, who had never encountered the illness and couldn't help. Medicine was poisonous to some extent. The medical doctor didn't dare to prescribe for Emily without making sure.

The medical doctor knew Pablo was very concerned. He had expected to see Pablo's future wife, but only to find a little girl. He realized that the girl might be Pablo's friend.

Although he couldn't cure Emily, he took Donna's pulse because Donna looked weak and depressed.

Recently, Donna felt that she had been much better. Most of the time, she struggled to look good. She kept silent hearing what the medical doctor said. She just wanted to watch Emily recover, even though Emily would hate her then,

The doctor prescribed. Donna thanked him. The medical doctor shook his head at the door. 'How strange! She won't live long, but she doesn't care. Her illness is indeed severer than her daughter.'

Emily slept for a long time. After lunch, everyone else took a nap. Emily stayed by Donna's bedside and watched her and Donna held her hands.

"Mom, are you sick?" Emily asked softly.

"No," Donna shook her head.

"That old grandpa just said you need to take medicine. Mom, are you seriously ill? Why didn't dad come to see us?" Emily asked with a slight frown.

Donna did not know what to say.

Emily started crying.

"It's okay. I'm fine. Dad is busy..." Donna comforted.

"You lied to me. I am taller than you. My dresses are much bigger. I seem to have grown up like Eliot and Elsie. I'm so scared. I don't know why you've become old. Dad didn't come to see us ... Am I still a child? Have I forgotten a lot of things?"

Donna held her in arms and patted her gently. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you at that time. I was too selfish, forgetting to take good care of you..."

That night when Emily was seven years old still haunted Emily. The dim street lights in the rain, the broken vase utensils in the room, and the roar of her parents, as well as the slightly slippery floor tiles, became the most terrifying memory.

Since she fell with a high fever, she only remembered that.

Donna did not know how she became so cold, but she must live a bad life in the Britt's. How could a stepmother treat her well?

She was full of self-blame and guilt. If she had taken Emily with her...

It was all her fault. It was all her fault for being weak and selfish.

They were tired from crying and fell asleep together.

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Crack and Tyson spent a night changing the water in the pool. They were tired even though they had practiced. The two still had to serve Kason breakfast and didn't get a chance to have a nap until Kason read books on the porch.

Footsteps came from the other side of the courtyard. Kason placed the book on his lap and pressed a button on the wheelchair to the wall of the courtyard.

He picked up an apple from the ground and took out a note.

"The bait is here."

Kason kept the note and rubbed the apple.

Timothy was here.

He waited for a bigshot to take the bait.

He suddenly felt the pain from his leg bones. It was like thousands of ants were gnawing. He frowned, pressed his hand on his leg, and looked up at the sky. It was going to rain.

In the evening, the rain fell.

Emily leaned against the window, looking at the rain in the yard. Donna said that there would be no thunder, but she was still a little afraid. The ring on her neck made her felt gloomy for no reason.

She did not know that at the same time and servants wearing white were all looking at the rain at five different locations.

When the Second Elder came in, he frowned, "Why isn't the window closed?"

"Well, the rain will cool the room. The books and account books won't get wet." As the young man spoke, he handed over the tidied-up account book, "I've tidied up a portion. Take a look."

The second elder took the account book and asked casually, "You are very sensitive to numbers. Have you learned it before?"

"I don't even know who I am. How can I remember my past? Maybe I used to be an accountant?" The young man smiled gently. Although the gauze on his face was horrible, it showed his resolute look.

'Accountant?'

'He must be that person's assistant.'

The Second Elder pondered but he remained calm. 'As long as he remembers nothing, it was good.'

He took the account book and left. Before he left, he said, "No need to rush."

"Alright."

The young man bowed and saw the second elder walked out. He closed the door and stood at the window again. Soon, an eagle flew through the rain, leaving a hawk cry in the gloomy air.

Only then did the young man close the window and sit on the chair. He stared at an hourglass on the table quietly.

He seemed to wait for someone.