Chapter 738 - Three Yuan (1)

Harold agreed. Then he washed his hands and came over to help carry the luggage. When he passed by Stephanie, he said to her, "Sorry."

Stephanie looked at him in surprise and then realized that he had seen the news. Probably that was the reason why he didn't let Mr. Rolando see the news.

"I can help you clarify it," Harold added.

"Are you sure?" Stephanie smiled and said casually, "How? People even can't recognize you with your face wrapped."

"When they see my appearance, they will believe you are not in love," Harold looked at her and said, "No one is willing to face it every day."

Stephanie's smile froze for a moment, then she patted him on his shoulder, "Are you questioning my grandfather's medical skills? Don't worry. He can cure you. Maybe you will be more handsome than before."

"Why weren't you angry after being misunderstood," Harold looked at her.

"Why should I?" Stephanie glanced at him, "You didn't mean to do that. It was all my fault. I was too careless to post that photo on Weibo. Moreover, it had nothing to do with you. Don't mind it too much."

"What are you talking about?" Spencer shouted, far away.

"Nothing," Stephanie answered, "He just knew that I was a star and was asking for my signature!"

"Impossible!" Spencer laughed.

Stephanie was stunned and turned to Spenser, "Why?"

Spencer paused for a moment and said, "He already knew who you were, but he didn't ask for your signature at that time. Of course, he will not do now."

"You're right," Stephanie pondered for a moment. Then she stared at Harold and asked, "It's strange. Other people will ask for my signature at the sight of me. Why didn't you do that? Don't you like me?"

Harold was lost for words.

"In the future, we will live under the same roof and can meet every day. Even if you don't like me now, you will like me in the future," Stephanie grabbed her puffy hair and raised her eyebrows, smiling, "I know I am a beauty. Every day I look in a mirror, I will be marvel at my beauty. It will be lucky for my future husband to marry me."

Harold did not say anything.

...

It was October 5th.

After Eliot went to the cake shop to get a cake, he drove to the rehab.

Today was Elsie's birthday.

Elsie looked much better than when she first arrived here. She remained silent and seldom spoke. She just stared in the same direction, looking pale and emotionless.

Putting the cake on the table, Eliot lit the candles and said to her, "Happy birthday!"

For no reason, however, Elsie suddenly got mad and threw the cake into the ground. Then she screamed out and shouted at Eliot. The staff there immediately came to stop her. A doctor gave her the sedative injection. And other people tied her into the bed with bandages to calm her down. Then Elsie was brought away by the staff.

Eliot sat there for a few moments, staring at the mess. Then he got up and left.

Only the butler and Susan were still living in the Britt's. When Eliot passed by on his car, he raised to see the balcony on the second floor. He remembered that Emily would wait for him on the balcony every day in the past. At this, his gaze turned soft. Gone were the sweet days. Eliot would still recall moments of happiness when they lived in the Britt's. He had loved it very much, and the little girl, Emily.

"Aren't you going to the company today?" Sydnee put the lunch on the table and prepared chopsticks for Eliot. She glanced at him and asked, "You seem to be unhappy."

"Today is Elsie's birthday," Eliot looked at her and said, "Do you still remember? On her last birthday ..."

Sydnee smiled and answered, "Yes. How time flies. It has been one year."

"Yes," Eliot walked behind Sydnee and hugged her gently, "It was the most difficult time for me. Fortunately, I met you."

"Life will be better and better in the future," Sydnee held his hand.

"Yes," Eliot kissed her on the cheek, "I know."

After they finished eating, Eliot found on the table a set of study supplies, including books and pens. He asked, "What are these? For your relative's kid?"

"No, it's for Emily. She is in school," Sydnee replied to him without even raising her head. She was busy cleaning the kitchen.

"In school?" Eliot raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Did she go to school?"

"Yes, it has been two days. Don't you know?"

"I don't know."

Sydnee did not say anything.

She covered her mouth and continued to clean the kitchen with her head down.

Eliot intended to call and ask about the situation, but he stopped. He thought that Vincent would take good care of all these, so he didn't need to worry.

However, he still felt restless.

It was as if that Emily would not be as close to him as before. And he would be the last one to know everything about her.

Eliot went to the nearby room to check the yellow dog. It was better with its wounds curing. However, it was still alert when people approached it. It would bare its teeth and bark in a low tone.

After staying here for a few days, Eliot would apply medicine to it and offer it water. It gradually calmed down, but it still feared Eliot.

It reminded Eliot of Emily. When Emily was first sent to the Britt's, she was timid and hid in the corner. She would just stare outside with her eyes full of tears.

"Don't be afraid," Eliot reached out to slowly stroke the yellow dog on its head, just like the moment he had pulled Emily out of the dark cupboard.

He also reached out to touch Emily on her head and said to her, "Don't be afraid."

However, things had changed with the passage of time. When Emily was still a little girl, she would hug Eliot and call him "Brother". Emily was married and in school, but he was the last one to know all these.

Just as Eliot was about to get into the car, he received a message, saying, "Brother, I was in school. Don't worry. I am fine."

He turned back to look at the building and saw Sydnee hiding behind the curtains. Then he smiled speechlessly.

Emily put down her phone and finished her lunch. Then she said to Vincent, "I'm going to school."

"Alright," Vincent put down his teacup and walked out with her.

"Mr. Vincent, you don't have to send me every time," Emily stopped and said, "I think I should live in school in the future. I have to commute from home to school many times. It's troublesome. And it wastes time."

Vincent looked back at Rex, "Contact the teacher and stop her classes. You don't need to go the school."

Emily said, "No, no.. I think it's great that you send me to school every day."