Who Are You?
1305 Words
Having lived a harsh previous life, the formerly retarded Emily understood everything before her rebirth. Besides, her brother never treated her as a retard. He told her everything about the outside world, be it great or small.
Right now, it was as if her entire body was in a furnace, and she almost lost her consciousness from the burning sensation. However, she still managed to utter in a hoarse voice, "Chinese medicine."
A look of surprise flashed across Vincent's face, and all of the guards stared at her with horror.
Only Vincent’s trusted bodyguards knew about his leg problem. Even Vincent's father had no idea about this. The TCM doctor invited was still dispensing the prescription, so Vincent even hadn't started to take the medicine yet.
However, this retard from the Britt family said that Vincent would die of taking Chinese medicine next year.
The guards felt a mixture of astonishment and fear. On the one hand, it was out of their expectation that a retard would know about Vincent's secret. On the other hand, she didn't seem to be joking just now. Could it be that Vincent would die young?
"Go get the doctor," Vincent suddenly said.
Only then did the guards find that the girl on the floor had fallen unconscious.
....
In the banquet hall.
After finishing drinking with some nobles, Beverly looked into the distance with a smile. Then she whispered to her daughter, "What's going on now? Where's that retard?"
Elsie frowned. "I don't know. I saw her go into Mr. Vincent's room with my own eyes, but Mr. Vincent didn't seem to have seen her at all..."
Mrs. Britt said with a frown, "The banquet is almost over. Go find her now."
"I've looked everywhere, but I just couldn't find her." Elsie impatiently took a sip of wine.
"How could a person disappear into thin air? Although she is a retard, she is still useful to us. She can't die now, so hurry up and find her."
"Yes, mum."
Upon looking up, Elsie saw a doctor being led to the second floor in a hurry.
She stared in that direction with confusion. After a short while, she shook her head and muttered to herself, "It's impossible for Vincent to find a doctor for a retard..."
Emily was having a dream now.
In the dream, Elsie slashed her face with a sharp knife, and she stiffened from the overwhelming pain. She bit her lips tightly and looked at Elsie in disbelief.
"Elsie ... why?"
She heard herself whispering in her dream.
"Why?" Elsie's face suddenly darkened. "Eliot ended up in misery because of you, and now you're asking me why? Our family ended up like this because of your stupid face! It's all your fault!"
While speaking, she stabbed the knife into Emily's chest mercilessly.
Emily shrieked in fright.
She immediately sat up from the bed and hugged the man standing by the bed.
All the guards inside the room couldn't help gulping.
The bright light sparked from crystal chandeliers. It was so dazzling that Emily closed her eyes subconsciously. At the same time, a faint smell of cigarettes and liquor came to her nostrils.
She let go of him in a daze. The man slightly frowned and stared at her with deep dark eyes. He was like a fierce and powerful wild wolf ready to launch an attack.
His thin lips were compressed. With an angular face, the man looked exceptionally tall and handsome in his dark black suit. Every single movement of him carried an aura of nobility.
"Who ... are you?" Emily couldn't help fixing her eyes on him. He was probably the most handsome man she had ever seen.
He had a straight nose, and under the thick eyebrows were two cold eyes. Although they were facing each other, she couldn't see her reflection from his eyes, as if no one else was allowed into his world.
Hearing her words, the man leaned over slightly, which accentuated his beautiful jawline. "You just said that I would die young. Why can't you recognize me now?"
Emily was dumbfounded. "You are Mr. Vincent?"
She had always heard that Vincent was an exceptionally handsome man, but since she had never met Vincent in her previous life, it was understandable that she had no idea what he looked like.
The doctor who had served the Scavos for more than twenty years was now gripped by fear. He even wished to cover his ears, for he couldn't stand listening to this girl's nonsense. How could she say "die young"?
To his surprise, Vincent didn't throw her into the river to feed the fish. Instead, he appeared to be in a good mood.
Vincent gestured to his guards, and they left with the doctor at once. Now, only Emily and he were in the room.
"Thank you," Emily gave her sincere thanks. Since the effects of the aphrodisiac had gone off, she felt much better now. However, feeling a little feeble, she didn't know if she could stand up.
She groped her way to the bedside. Upon looking up, she realized she was under his steady gaze.
"Why were you in my room?" His voice was low and deep, and somehow pleasant to the ear.
Only then did Emily think of her predicament, but she didn't know if it was too late to play dumb. Under his meaningful gaze, she swallowed hard and whispered, "I was set up. My sister drugged me and told me my brother was here. That was how I wandered into your room."
Vincent frowned at her words.
She continued in a low voice, "I guess they wanted money. A retard like me walking into your room will damage your reputation, so they figured you would give our family a large amount of hush money to keep our mouth shut, so that your reputation won't be ruined."
"What if something did happen between us?"
Vincent leaned towards her, with the tip of his nose coming closer to hers. Looking straight into his dark eyes, Emily couldn't tell what was on his mind
"...."
Pointing at herself, Emily blinked and said nervously, "I'm a little retarded."
"I know." Vincent glanced at her with a hint of interest. "That's good."
"...."
Why was Vincent so different from his public image?
"Get dressed and I'll send you back." He pointed at a brand new white dress on the bed.
"...."
She shrank back uneasily and said, "I can go back on my own."
He once again leaned towards her, with his two arms pressed against the wall above her head. Emily didn't dare to look up. Suddenly, his husky voice sounded, which was like the thunder bursting her eardrums. "You stayed in my room for an entire hour. Having you go back alone is not what a gentleman should do."
This was totally out of her expectation!
In the banquet hall.
More than half of the people had left. It was already half-past ten in the evening. Beverly was elegant and calm on the surface, but she was indeed restless. "Haven't you found her yet?"
Elsie was also anxious. "No. The Scavos also sent some men to help find her, but they failed."
"Damn it! Where did she go?" Beverly was so angry that she almost lost her composure.
"Mom!" Elsie suddenly grabbed her mother by the arm.
Beverly looked at her impatiently. "What's wrong?"
Elsie stared in one direction and tugged at her mum's sleeve with great strength. "Mom! Mom!"
Beverly shook her hand off in annoyance. "Just go straight to the point. I've taught you to maintain your grace no matter what happens...."
Before she could finish her sentence, she looked in that direction and saw Emily and the man beside her.
"Mr. Vincent?" Beverly cried out in surprise.
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