Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 921

Emily took off her mask and sat next to Christy. "What's the matter?" Emily asked.

"I helped you to close a deal today, so I prepared to come over to celebrate. But I don't know that you would come back so late." Christy said.

Emily asked, "What deal?"

Christy told Emily about teachers wanting to buy tea. Emily nodded, "Contact Sydnee directly."

"I contacted her. She will send me a delivery tomorrow."

"Then why are you here?" Emily looked at Christy in confusion.

"Easton has already finished his surgery overseas. He just returned to Happisland City the day before yesterday. Ferne asked if you wanted to go to the hospital to see Easton to gain his support." Christy opened the photo album and found the photo sent by Ferne.

In the photo, Easton's head was wrapped in thick gauze, including his neck. One of his arms was hanging above. He looked like he had just escaped from a car accident.

"No need." Emily said lightly, "Let's see what Easton wants to do after graduation. If he goes to the hotel, he will work for Ferne. If ... he wants to do something else, let him enter the Britt Group."

"You are like a boss now. Goodbye, boss." Christy smiled at Emily and left.

Emily was speechless.

With her head on the dining table, Emily shouted at Vincent, "Vincent, I'm so hungry..."

Outside the door, Christy had not left yet. Hearing this, she poked her head inside and said, "Vincent, I'm so hungry..."

Emily was lost for words.

After eating, Emily came to her studio. Occasionally, she would lock herself up in the studio for an entire afternoon, but it was already quite late tonight. She should have gone to bed early, otherwise, she wouldn't be able to get up tomorrow. However, she still walked in. After adjusting the color, she wrote her first stroke on the paper.

Emily had never seen a poor person like the old lady tonight. The old jacket was sewn with patches. Because she did not dare to let her granddaughter's classmates see it during the day, she chose the night so as not to embarrass her granddaughter.

Her skinny fingers, hunched back, and tattered cloth shoes...

Emily seemed to be able to feel the feeling of that withered hand pushing the money into her hand. It was dry and cold.

It was already midnight when Emily finished painting. She rubbed her eyes and went out. Vincent was waiting outside the door. When he saw Emily come out, he handed her a glass of milk. When she was drinking the milk, Vincent's gaze casually swept over her painting.

It was an old man, and it could be seen that she was a very poor old woman, but her eyes were kind. There were tears in the corners of her eyes.

"I'm sleepy." Emily leaned into his arms.