Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 963

Emily was still frowning when she got into the car. Vincent wiped the dust off her fingers and asked in a low voice, "I thought you were going to beat them harder. Why did you show mercy?"

Emily held Vincent's arm and sighed softly, "They are evil in my eyes, but they are fathers and husbands for their families."

"I don't hope to see him not able to afford milk powder for his daughter," Emily looked out the window and said.

There were always so many harmonious and happy families that Emily had met in her life. Emily was undoubtedly envious of them. Meanwhile, she also hated herself for being so useless back then.

But she had constantly thought many times if Maury were not dead at that time, he could have died of excitement next time, which was his destiny in the end.

"You've grown up." Vincent touched the top of her head.

Emil stuck out her tongue at him. "I've grown up for a long time. Agreed?"

"Yes, sure. You grow up," Vincent said, curling his lips.

Hearing the ridicule in his tone, Emily couldn't help nibbling Vincent's chin.

They were joking and chatting in the carriage.

Harold came back at night. From a distance, he saw the car parked on the road. So he trotted into the courtyard.

In the yard, Emily and Vincent were serving food and setting cutleries. Rex was roasting fish. The guards washed fruits, served the fruit plater to the table, and set the chairs. Dinner was ready.

Emily looked up and saw Harold standing at the door. Emily smiled at him and said, "What are you doing there? Come on in."

Harold nodded and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Emily went back to her room, took out the new clothes that she had bought for Harold, and placed them outside of the bathroom door. "Put on the new clothes when you're done. I'd like to have a look first."

"Alright," Harold answered in the bathroom.

Spencer smiled. "He is very happy now. In the past, he always wore a long face and was not in a good mood. But he looks much happier than before these days."

Hearing this, Emily felt a little sorry for Harold.

After all, it was all about the injuries on Harold's face.

Harold had to have another minor operation, followed by months of rehabilitation during which he was confined to his room all day. No sunshine, no wind.

Emily had already had plans. If she didn't have time by then, she would ask the guards to come to take care of Harold. If it didn't work, she would hire a housekeeper, but the only concern was to expose Stephanie's location.

However, there was still time. They could discuss it later.

Vincent brought Spencer a bottle of liquor. Spencer usually did not drink much. Tasting a mouthful of liquor, Spencer felt it was good and took another shallow sip.

"Stephanie was busy recently and doesn't have time to come here. Emily, please help me take care of her over there. Don't allow anyone to bully her," Spencer looked at Emily and said.

"Rest assured. She's fine," Emily nodded.

"That's great!" Spencer smiled. Then, he thought of something and frowned. "I wonder when I can wait until she gets married."

Emily thought, 'It should be soon.'

However, Spencer seemed to be unaware of this, so she did not say anything.

After taking a shower, Harold put on the new clothes and walked out. His face was still wrapped in gauze, which was a little thinner than that before, and only his eyes were exposed.

Emily stepped forward and looked at him carefully. "You've lost weight."

"You, too. And you've become taller," Harold said, reaching out to Emily's head top to measure.

Emily laughed and pushed him.

Harold also smiled, silly.

Vincent sat at the table and watched them, with a straight face. Rex even reached out to block Vincent's eyes, trying to prevent Vincent from seeing this scene.

The guards were chatting through their eyes.

"Guard A: I feel sorry for Mr. Vincent for a second."

"Guard B: I feel sorry for Mr. Vincent for two seconds."

"Guard C: Why isn't Guard D here? I miss him."