Emma Rosy tried to escape like a madman. But she was so weak, she only took two steps, and was forced against the corner by Joseph Pratt in the dark."No... no ..."Emma Rosy shook her head vigorously, begging Joseph Pratt.Joseph Prat was so happy, she kicked Emma Rosy in the stomach with a fierce look: "Go to hell, Emma Rosy! "Suddenly.Emma Rosy saw the wooden stick in the corner, which was used by the women in prison to dry their clothes, as thick as a wrist.She gritted her teeth and with all her strength, she grabbed the stick and slammed it on Joseph Pratt!Joseph Pratt immediately fell to the ground and lost consciousness!The floor was covered with blood, staining Emma Rosy's white canvas shoes."Someone's killing people here. Somebody help!""Somebody, call a doctor, someone's dead."Emma Rosy's hand holding the stick was shaking, she stared at Joseph Pratt in shock.The guard asked someone to take Joseph Pratt away. Emma Rosy stood there for a long time. She watched the gua
"That's it."Emma Rosy smiled, holding her flat belly with her little hand, thinking, it's great, the baby is still there.The sunlight fell through the window pane on the pale cheeks of the young girl in the hospital bed.Alex Brown looked at her smile and was reminded of her youth.Emma Rosy's smile has always been bright. She was like a little princess, who should have been spoiled by everyone.At that time, he looked at her as a sister, and also wanted to spoil this little girl for life, but later...Later, it all changed.Alex Brown remembered that someone had informed him to come to see Emma Rosy in the hospital today and he asked her, "Who was the person who saved you?"Alex Brown' question puzzled Emma Rosy.She lifted her small face, her black and white eyes filled with doubt: "Didn't you save me?"If Alex Brown didn't save her, then who did...?Emma Rosy's eyes were downcast in thought as Alex Brown stared at the person on the bed.A palm-sized cheek, red and swollen.Then he
Somehow, Emma Rosy seemed to feel the movement of the baby. Like expressing that she was thinking of her. She guffawed and smiled softly, "Mommy knows ......" The harsh female voice broke the peace of the room: "Tsk - Emma Rosy, you are actually still well." It was Marisa Miller. She stood in front of Emma Rosy and looked down at the thin and dry girl: "Emma Rosy, you look like this, I am so happy." Emma Rosy raised her eyes to look at her, her eyes calm and unruffled. "Marisa Miller, what did you come to see me for?" If she remembers correctly, she is now a prisoner, and Marissa Miller needs court approval to see her. But now, she just waltzed in. As if this was her backyard, she could come and go as she pleased. Marisa Darcylooked at Emma Rosy's slightly bulging belly, and the sinister look in her eyes was unmistakable: "I came to see you, of course, to see how my child is doing, are you taking good care of him?" Marisa Darcywas not used to seeing Emma Rosy's breezy expression.
Alex Brown sat in his chair for a while and went into the emergency room, Marisa Darcyhad awakened. Because of the injuries to her face and legs, the originally exquisite and beautiful had become ugly. Marisa Miller's eyes flashed and she covered her injured cheeks with both hands: "Alex , don't look at me." She knew Alex Brown, he would be angry with Emma Rosy. His heart softened and he stepped forward to hold Marisa Miller's hand: "It's not ugly, it's okay." "Am I really useless-" Marisa Darcybites her lip and lifts her wounded and bandaged little face to look at Alex Brown. "No, don't worry, the baby will be there again." Marissa Miller stared at Alex Brown blankly. "Alex, I heard the doctor say, I know I won't have a baby, let's end this way, you should go to Emma Rosy, or... find another person who loves you …" The way she hid her face and sobbed in a low voice reminded Alex Brown of the woman. Each time, he slammed the door and left. Emma Rosy was hiding her face and lowering
In the notebook, it was clearly written that her mother was the only daughter of the Wright Family, an imperial plutocrat, but she fell in love with her father. The love of the wrong family is not blessed by the elders. They eloped and established the Richard Group. Her mother's father, her grandfather, has always been concerned about them, and without the Wright Family's help, the Richard Family would not have risen so quickly over the years. When her father learned that he was ill and that Alex Brown was ambitious, he wrote an email to her grandfather, asking him to send her out of the country. But before the mail could be sent, her father had passed away. Joe Wright and her grandfather found out about it after she went to prison. It was too late. The Wright Family had to use all their connections to get her out of jail. Then Joe Wright stepped in to overturn her case and return her to freedom. Ten minutes passed. Emma Rosy gave Joe Wright the notebook whose handwriting had disappear
"No way!" Alex Brown refused categorically. But Emma Rosy looked like she didn't care, and spread her hands: "Brother Alex, I'm sorry, I don't accept such a divorce agreement, I suggest you discuss with my lawyer the distribution of the couple's common property after our divorce." "Emma Rosy-!" Alex Brown was furious. Was she challenging his patience ? Looking at the furious Alex Brown, Emma Rosy was filled with sadness, but with a little pleasure. "Brother Alex, I remember you and Marisa Darcy together counted as marital infidelity, when I was pregnant, and I remember you had children, do you think, if I sue for divorce, you will lose?" Alex Brown stared into Emma Rosy's eyes, she still had the same smile. Strong, stubborn, determined. They had a one-year marriage and decades of childhood memories, but now, it seems that he has never really known the woman in front of him. Alex Brown hooked his lips: "Even if you get Richard's back, so what?" A convicted woman, Richard's can only be
Emma Rosy snapped open her clarifying eyes and suddenly turned her head, her fingers gripping Marisa Miller's wrist: "Marisa Miller, you have driven me to the brink, what more do you want to do?" Because of her pregnancy, she avoids emotional ups and downs as much as possible. But at this moment, Emma Rosy couldn't care less. Marisa Darcy smiled. She broke Emma Rosy's fingers from her wrist one by one: "Emma Rosy, it's not that I want to push you to the edge, it's Alex, who won't let you go." "... Alex Brown." Emma Rosy mumbled, her eyes darkened. Marisa Darcy leaned close to her ear, repeating the words over and over as if hypnotized: "Emma Rosy, remember, it's Alex who hates you, and he wants you dead." "He hates me... hates me ......" Emma Rosy was like a lost child, not knowing what to do, hugging her body tightly in an attempt to draw a glimpse of warmth in this cold winter. "It hurts, my stomach hurts..." The pain coming from her belly made Emma Rosy gradually lose conscious
Today, Alex went to see Emma Rosy. He must have something to do with Emma Rosy. Alex Brown did not perceive Marisa Miller's difference, reached out and touched Marisa Miller's long, wet hair: "Go home, I still have to have my secretary prepare the divorce papers with Emma Rosy." "Alex ......" Marisa Darcy looked at him incredulously. "Okay, let's go home." Whatever happened to Emma Rosy and Alex, as long as Emma Rosy was completely out of Alex's world. So what if she acts like an idiot for a while. As long as he still loved her. Alex Brown felt the warmth of his palm, but the smile of another girl came to his mind and lingered. He pulled Marisa Darcy into the car and called the police to clean up the mess. It rained hard for five days before it stopped. After the rain came sunshine, Emma Rosy looked at the divorce papers handed to her by Ken Cotillard, Alex Brown' secretary, with the familiar handwriting of Alex Brown' signature on the man's side, which made her eyes hurt. Emma Rosy