Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 70

The next morning, Emily pretended to have a stomachache and rolled on the bed in pain, covering her stomach. She sobbed softly, "My stomach hurts..."

The butler and Beverly were dumbfounded. Elsie quickly reached out Beverly and pulled her back, "Mom, don't go in. What if they say that you poisoned her?"

Beverly thought it made sense and immediately said to the butler, "Hey, you've seen this. We're not even close to her room!"

Elsie nodded, "Right! Don't tell on us!"

The butler just wiped his sweat. "Mrs. Britt, now that Miss Emily is like this, how can I be in the mood to talk about these?" As he spoke, he took out his phone and called the family doctor.

However, a streak suddenly flashed to the bedside. Harold picked up Emily and said, "I'll take Miss Emily to the hospital!"

The butler nodded, "OK! Great!"

Harold was so swift that in the blink of an eye, they were already downstairs. The driver had stopped the car at the door. Just as the butler was about to call Maury, Harold started, "Miss Emily said that no one did anything her. She just ate something wrong. And she said that Mr. Maury has been rather exhausted these days, so please don't tell him."

The butler was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he felt somehow sorry for her. Although Miss Emily was a retard, she was more considerate than the two normal people upstairs.

By contrast, seeing Miss Emily lying on the back seat with her face pale, the butler was even sorrier. Suddenly, something occurred to him. He quickly took out his wallet and stuffed it into the back seat, saying to Harold, "Please, take care of Miss Emily. I'll tell Mr. Maury when he's back tonight."

Harold nodded slightly and the car drove away.

When they arrived at the hospital, Harold picked up Emily and said to the driver, "You go back first. I will call the butler if there's anything."

The driver nodded and left.

Harold didn't put her down until they were at the outpatient department. They split up and met at the back door. Harold was holding an appointment record, outpatient record and expense certificate in his hands.

Emily, "...."

She quietly gave him a thumbs up.

A smile appeared on Harold's poker face. He stuffed everything into his pocket and said with a serious face, "We have to do the whole set of acting. Otherwise, Mrs. Britt and Miss Elsie may suspect you."

When Beverly asked him last night, he knew that they had started to suspect Emily. He also knew that Emily must go to the Tea Manor the next day to deal with the fake tea seeds. Then she would definitely do something in the morning. Right now, they could understand each other through a simple eye contact.

Harold stopped a taxi and they immediately rushed to the teahouse. On the way, Emily checked the butler's wallet and counted. Then she took out all the money and stuffed it into Harold's wallet.

Harold, "..."

After arriving at the teahouse, Emily called Sydnee and knew that she was at the tea plantation. She simply walked over with Harold, but didn't expect that she would see a familiar face under the tree just as they turned to the back door of the tea plantation.

Jaquan was sitting under the tree, dressed in a casual business suit. He was smoking there. When he saw Emily, he bit the cigarette and stood up without saying anything. Then he just followed behind her silently.

Emily took a few steps. Seeing that he was following her, she couldn't help but turn around and ask, "What are you doing?"

She was not curious as to why he was here. It was just that he was so eye-catching that with him following behind, she couldn't remain low key anymore.

Jaquan lowered his head and frowned. The expression on his face was a little complicated. "To apologize."

"Apologize?" Emily looked at him in confusion, "What did you do that you need to apologize?"

Jaquan couldn't answer her question and scratched his head awkwardly. "Anyway, that's it. Just let me follow you. I can help you if you need me. And if you don't need me, I'll just walk behind you."

A free labor? Emily would be a real retard to not use him.

She thought about it carefully and asked, "What can you do?"