Hello, Mr. Brent novel Chapter 103

Emily was carried out of the car by Franklin. Jason had already gone to the doctor to arrange the vip passage. Although it was the middle of the night, two professional doctors were called in to take pictures of Emily.

Emily was so embarrassed that he got caught in the car door, not run over.

But Franklin insisted, and there was nothing she could do.

After filming the film, fortunately, there was no damage, only external bruises. The two attending doctors recommended a blood stasis medicine for her and told her to go back and wipe it off.

"I told you it's okay!" Emily said to Franklin.

Franklin rubbed her hair with a smile and said, "You're lucky to be fine, but the god of luck won't always visit you. Don't be silly next time. No matter what happens, you can't bet on your own body."

"Who told you not to give me a chance?" Johnny pouted.

Franklin looked at her calmly for a while before sighing again.

"Not anymore, but you have to watch your words and actions in the future. Things like today with that man can never happen again."

"You think I want to! I hate him too," Emily said immediately.

"Then how did you provoke him?" Franklin frowned.

"Well, let's not talk about it now. It's just another muddle. Let's talk about Alan first. I heard you made him kneel in front of the ancestral hall. How could you do this to him? It's not his fault." Emily didn't want to talk about Andrew, so he quickly changed the subject.

But what she said made Franklin's face black and said coldly, "How do you know it wasn't his fault? Ivy said she didn't lock the door at all. I also asked the servants at home. They all had alibis. Do you know what this means?"

"What?"

"Hmph, it could be Alan's role."

"How is that possible?" Emily immediately retorted, "You don't even know how anxious and scared Alan was after the incident, just for fear that you might misunderstand. He was suffocating from the heat when he was inside, but in order to save me, he kept getting things to fan me. How could he possibly direct himself in this play? What good would it do him?"

"Isn't the benefit obvious? Look at how much you're defending him now," Franklin said in a tone of pique.

Emily snorted and laughed, "You mean, he directed and acted in this play to win my favor? What good is it for him? We all know who he is. He's already living on thin ice. Do you think he's going to offend you, your mother, and even the entire The Brents just to please me?"

"Or do you think he came to take me away from you for revenge because you stole his identity and position and because I am your wife?" Emily couldn't help but laugh.

"Can't I?" Franklin looked at her with a dark face and asked unhappily.

Emily snorted and said, "Then you really think highly of me. Everyone knows that as your wife, I am only a temporary representative and can't last long. Do you think he will offend the big boss for a temporary worker?"