Chapter 7

"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 thought again, the man who came to report, although he was a subordinate, had an unusual aura.

You can imagine what a good person his master would be.

And Emma Rosy, how she hooked up with such a man to rescue her!

Alex Brown' aura suddenly became cold: "Emma Rosy, get well and raise my child well, or else--"

"Or else what, brother Alex." Emma Rosy smiled, "What else do I have to fear."

The man was even more ruthless than she thought.

"Then don't have this child!"

Emma Rosy's lips trembled, "He's your child..."

Alex Brown looked down at her small face, his thin lips curled into an icy smile, "But his mother is you, a woman who disgusts me."

"..."

Alex Brown never cared about her, and their child.

Alex Brown looked at the dazed Emma Rosy, A soft place in his heart was touched, but he thought that Emma Rosy might be involved with other men. His heart was ruthless again: "Get well and give birth to the child for Marisa to raise, as compensation for your killing her child!"

The tone of voice is cold and heartless.

Emma Rosy's long eyelashes trembled as she looked at Alex Brown: "Alex Brown, my baby, why give it to her!"

Marisa, that woman, is two-faced and has a poisonous mind.

If her baby had fallen into her hands, Marisa would have tortured her child severely.

However--

The man's words were not negotiable: "Marisa will be a good mother, and you don't want your child to grow up knowing that her mother is a labor prisoner."

Alex Brown' eyes were cold, sweeping over Emma Rosy's pale little face with an expression of undisguised disgust.

Under Alex Brown' disgusted gaze, Emma Rosy pursed her lips and bowed her head, "Okay, I promise you."

She lowered her eyes, her hair covered her cheeks, and he couldn't see the expression on her face.

The answer was satisfactory, but Alex Brown' heart could not leap for joy.

If it were before, Emma Rosy would have gotten into a fight with him.

But now... she calmly agreed.

There was a silence between them, and the room seemed to be filled with a quiet and suffocating atmosphere.

Alex Brown stared at Emma Rosy for a long time, and slowly spoke out: "Marisa is still waiting for me at home, you... get well ."

Before leaving, Alex Brown thought Emma Rosy would come after him.

But, no one come after him.

Emma Rosy just sat there on the hospital bed, as if she was a lifeless pup

A brightly lit European-style villa.

Marisa Darcysat on the sofa, watching the latest news broadcast on the TV.

The TV host: "It is reported that Miss Emma Rosy, the daughter of the former chairman of Richard Group, has been imprisoned recently due to private embezzlement of public funds. The latest report is that on the day Miss Emma Rosy was imprisoned, she had a fight with a female inmate in her cell, and resulting in the female inmate being unconscious to this day ..."

"What is the follow-up situation, our reporter will continue to report for you, please pay more attention."

Marissa Miller took the hot tea from the servant, took a sip, and watched the news on TV with satisfaction.

Emma Rosy.

Not only did she want her family to be broken, she wanted her to be disgraced.

Marisa Darcyshowed a slightly grim face.

A "Marisa--" restored Marisa Miller's usual serene smile.

Marissa Miller put down the cup in her hand, walked gently to Alex Brown, held his hand, and said softly:

"Alex, why are you so late, I thought you wouldn't be back, you would stay with Emma in the hospital...".

Marisa Darcylowered her cheeks, showing a soft and innocent look in front of Alex Brown.

She knows how to examine the situation and grasp the heart of men.

And at that moment, Alex Brown broke away from her hand and asked rhetorically, "Why should I stay in the hospital with that woman?"

Let him stay in the hospital with Emma Rosy?

No way.

Marisa Darcywas stunned, the smile froze, and then, she said, "After all, Emma Rosy is pregnant with your child..."

Speaking of "child", Marisa Miller's eyes suddenly darkened.

Her white hand brushed her belly, lowered her eyelids to hide the sinister look under her eyes, and sighed: "I'm not lucky enough to protect our child."

"Then I'll give you a child, okay?" Alex Brown reached out and took Marisa Miller's shoulders, "Emma Rosy's child will be born to you, and it will be our child."

Emma Rosy's baby for her?

Marisa Darcyis obviously in a bad mood,: "I do not want Emma Rosy's child, you know ... I ... I only want They of us child! "

Alex Brown' eyes narrowed and his voice became unconsciously stern: "What's the difference ?"

Marisa Miller's eyes dropped. In the past, Alex Brown would have agreed with her.

Now, a year later, everything has changed.

It was all Emma Rosy's fault.

Marisa Darcybites her lip,: "But what's my child, Alex ..."

Alex Brown saw her teary-eyed but the face of that person came to his mind.

She's Stubborn eyes, even if she was sad, but also tilted her head not to cry.

Marissa Miller saw Alex Brown' hesitation, she reached out to pull Alex Brown's hand, but was pushed away.

"Alex ..."

Marisa Darcyfroze and looked at him.

"I'm tired, go upstairs and rest."

Marisa Darcywas reluctant: "Emma Rosy's baby?"

"Talk about it later."

Marissa Miller gritted her teeth and banged on the leather sofa below her, her scarlet eyes were full of hatred."Emma Rosy, why don't you go to hell?"

Half a month has passed since she was admitted to the hospital.

In that half month, Emma Rosy had only seen Alex Brown twice, once when she woke up from a coma and once when he came to the hospital to inspect his work.

They saw each other and spoke only a few words.

Gradually, Emma Rosy became accustomed to her life now, and would go downstairs to the hospital garden for a stroll or to read a book.

Although no matter where she goes, there will be a group of police officers in plain clothes behind her, but this kind of life seems to be good.

Emma Rosy is almost three months pregnant, her belly is bulging, during this period of time, she does not miss three meals a day, but her body is still visible thin.

From a distance, she looks like a walking skeleton.

Emma Rosy bowed her head, one hand on her waist, the other hand lovingly brushing up against the small of her back: "Baby, did you miss your mother today?"

"..."