Next Year
1527 Words
"Then why?"
Emily was speechless.
He did not believe her, and that was natural. No one would believe her, not even herself. Who would buy it if she claimed she had died once at the hands of her own sister?
The color suddenly drained from her face. Knowing Vincent would die one day, she sighed softly despite herself. Managing to recall Vincent's previous life, she said hesitantly, "Don't take herbal medicine, or have someone sample for you. Oh, and go date someone and marry the girl you love. Otherwise, what a pity it will be if you are never in love before you die."
"OK." Vincent seemed to wear a faint smile.
Emily looked out of the window and her mind began to wander, "I know you don't believe me, but..."
"I believe you."
Emily froze. His words dragged her back into reality. She turned her head and said, "What did you say?"
Vincent was different from the one in her mind. Eliot told her he was a badass and a villain that everyone hated. But the man beside her would wipe the cream off her mouth and say 'I believe you' to a retard.
They soon arrived at the Britt's. Before Emily got off the car, she thanked Vincent again, "Thank you for not calling my bluff and saving me. Good night."
The Britts was waiting at the door. Just as Emily got off the car, she saw her father Maury standing at the front. Her tears flooded out and she rushed into Maury's arms. "Dad.... Dad...."
She cried bitterly.
Everyone else was confused. Someone murmured, "What's wrong with Miss Emily? Did Mr. Vincent take advantage of her?"
Emily just remembered that in her previous life, her father had been killed, and she didn't even have a chance to see his body.
In the car, Vincent looked at the retard who was crying her heart out. He remembered her crying silently by the pool, which reminded him of a little girl deep in his memory. His eyes immediately became soft.
"Mr. Vincent, would you like to get out?" The assistant whispered.
"No. Just go." Vincent looked back from outside.
"Yes."
...
As soon as Beverly got out of the car, she asked the butler, "Where's Mr. Vincent? Is he inside?"
He shook his head, "No."
The joy on her face immediately faded away. "What? I told you to ask him in."
"But...." The butler said awkwardly, "Mr. Vincent.... He didn't even get out of the car."
Beverly could only grab her purse and storm in in anger.
Elsie got off the car from the other side and followed up. She tilted her head and asked the butler, "He didn't get off? Then did he roll down the window?"
The butler shook his head. Everyone's attention was on Miss Emily by then. Who would have noticed Mr. Vincent?
"What on earth did you do?" As soon as Elsie went in the living room, she saw Maury shouting at Beverly, "Why did you bring her to the banquet? Do you know that you almost got her killed?"
"I just want her to go out in society. What did I do wrong?" Beverly whined. "I can't leave her at home alone, so I took her there. I never expected she would hurtle out of sight..."
"You!" Pointing at her, Maury was too angry to say a word.
His heart ached at the thought of Emily crying in his arms. He was guilty about not taking good care of her for Emily's mother, letting that high fever hinder her intellectual development. So, Emily had been his favorite child since he brought her back home.
The last time she cried this hard was at the age of seven. The memory found him regretful. He could only sigh, "Anyway, don't take her out again."
Exhausted, he turned around and was about to leave.
Beverly stood up and cried, accusing him, "I'm just doing this for our family. The company is in big trouble now. I just want to make a connection with Mr. Vincent so that he can help us with it. Where did I do wrong? Yes, I took my eyes off her. It's my fault."
Elsie cut in, "Dad, you are wrong about mom. She loves Emily and always gives her the best. When Emily was missing today, mom is really anxious."
"Alright, stop crying." Maury's heart softened.
Elsie comforted Beverly, "Dad doesn't mean to blame you. It just the way he talks. Don't take it personally."
"Mr. Vincent's car was parked at the door. Why didn't you invite him in? Do you know how much effort it took me to have him send Emily home?" Beverly was still crying.
Maury murmured apologetically, "Yes, yes. You're right. I was so busy today. I shouldn't have forgotten it. It's all my fault."
At the stairs on the second floor, Emily listened with a cold expression. She knew they would cry their way out of this even if they drowned her.
Just wait and see. There was a long way to go!
Eliot Britt, the eldest child of the Britts, didn't come home until nearly midnight. As soon as he went in, he heard what happened from the butler. Normally, he would only said goodnight to Emily after taking a shower. But today, he walked straight in her bedroom.
Emily was pretending to be asleep.
Ever since she realized that she was reborn, she had no idea how to face Eliot. In her previous life, Elsie told her Eliot loved her before she died. Her words still echoed in Emily's mind.
In her previous life, Eliot had fought with a man for her and was seriously injured. But Emily never managed to see him in the hospital until he died.
She felt warm on her forehead. It was Eliot's palm. He stroked Emily's forehead and sighed, "I'm sorry. I'll make sure it won't happen again."
There was a knock on the door from outside. The butler brought in a bowl and said, "Mr. Eliot, the ginger soup."
Eliot turned around and took it, gesturing for him to leave.
Before the butler left, he glanced at Emily who was sleeping on the bed and thought to himself, 'Miss Emily is getting more and more beautiful. Too bad she was mentally disabled....'
"Emily, Emily? Wake up and drink your cola." Eliot gently shook her shoulder.
Emily remembered her previous life. Whenever she was ill, Eliot would let her drink "cola", and in fact, it was pill hard to swallow.
She pretended to wake from her slumber and mumbled, "Eliot?"
Eliot gazed at her tenderly. "Good girl, drink the cola before you go to sleep."
She drank the ginger soup up, which had real cola in it. So, it was not so pungent. She finished it and felt warm soon. She lay down and looked at Eliot with sleepy eyes, saying, "Good night, Eliot."
He stroked her forehead and said, "Good night."
As soon as the door closed, Emily's eyes lit up. She locked her room from inside, went onto the balcony and sneaked into the balcony next door.
She was holding a knife stolen from the kitchen.
The person who killed her in her previous life lived just in the next room. How could she sleep?
She still remembered the agony of the dagger slicing her cheek, the temperature and the smell of the blood. She held the knife tightly and trembled with anger.
However, to her surprise, Elsie was not here!
The lights in her room were still on, and there were some papers on her bed and dresser. Emily listened carefully. Elsie wasn't in bathroom, either. Where could she be at the middle of night?
She glanced at the papers on the bed and was dumbfounded. It was the bidding documents of the Britt Group!
Eliot had told her in her previous life that the bidding documents had been tampered with, causing his offer to be three times lower than that of other competitors. So, it was rejected by the judges.
Why were the bidding documents here?
The sound of footsteps came from outside. Emily scurried into the balcony and secretly looked inside. She found that Elsie put the documents on the bed under her sheets and patted the bed satisfactorily.
A call came in. Elsie took the call and said something. Emily tried to hear what she said, but failed. She tried her best to bend her head forward.
She accidentally knocked over a flower pot, making a sound.
"Who's there?"
Elsie's face changed drastically. She turned on the lights in the balcony and rushed outside, only to find a cat squatting under the flowerpot.
"Oh, it's you, kitten. Why are you still awake?" Picking up the cat, Elsie stroked her head, and put her back into her box.
Emily curled up and hid behind the flowerpot rack on the balcony next door. She didn't dare take a long breath until Elsie turned off the lights.
She could not kill Elsie now, for she had to find the person behind her.
And how should she tell Eliot about the bidding document?
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