Chapter 8

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. Her child, how could she give it to someone else.

Emma Rosy lifted her small face and curled her lips into a smile: "Ms. Miller, my child has only one mother, and that is me. " She knew Marisa Darcytoo well, how could she possibly accept the child of a love rival.

Not surprisingly, Marisa Miller's face froze slightly. For a few seconds, she resumed her usual haughty expression and looked coldly at Emma Rosy: "That is also what Richard Family owes us, you took my place, why don't you return it?" "......" The corner of Emma Rosy's mouth pulled out a sneer arc. "Marisa Miller, I have divorced Alex Brown, do what you like!"

"I, Emma Rosy, will never love a man who killed my father again in my life...!" The young girl's clear voice, mixed with the hoarseness of a long absence of speech, echoed in the interior space for a long time. Marisa Darcy glimpsed a corner of blackness outside the door, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Emma Rosy's slender wrist:

"Emma Rosy, you must keep this child, or Alex will be heartbroken." "I ......" "No matter what, the child can be innocent."

Marisa Darcydidn't give Emma Rosy a chance to speak, she leaned forward and slammed into Emma Rosy's stomach! Emma Rosy subconsciously protects her belly and reaches out to push Marisa Miller.

her body was weak, and she did not have much strength. Marissa Miller fell heavily to the ground and hit the vase on the table next to her. The vase fell and hit Marissa Miller. Emma Rosy stood frozen in place.

Emma Rosy protects her belly, looking at the man who comes with hostility. Alex Brown' eyes were as cold as ice as he looked at Emma Rosy, and Emma Rosy's words rang in his ears.

"I, Emma Rosy, will never in my life love a man who killed my father." The man's eyes were so cold and stern that Emma Rosy took a few steps back. Alex Brown' gaze lingered on her for only a few seconds as he heard Marisa Miller's faint cry, "Alex ... don't blame Emma Rosy, I ......" Before she could finish her sentence, Marisa Darcyfell unconscious. Alex Brown stepped forward and half-crouched to pick up the unconscious Marisa Darcyfrom the ward, "If anything happens to Marisa, you'll pay for it."

The man's cold words hit Emma Rosy's heart like a heavy hammer.

"You never believed me." Only believed her.

Emma Rosy covered her belly, leaned against the wall and tilted her head, thinking she wouldn't care anymore, but she couldn't help but care. That was the teenager she'd loved for so long. The noise in the ward attracted a lot of people to watch. Emma Rosy, who was already weak, fainted directly on the ground. "Doctor, come quickly, she has fainted." "......" In a trance, Emma Rosy heard the sound of noisy people. It's so noisy, Brother Alex, tell them to stop.

"Brother Alex, tell them to stop, Emma wants to sleep..." Subconsciously, the girl in the hospital bed opened her mouth to murmur these words. The man in the dark blue suit standing in front of her hospital bed, his blue eyes raised, his thin lips curved: "He has done this to you, and you still think about him, what a stupid woman." Emma Rosy dreamed, dreamed of the time when she was young, she, Alex Brown, Marisa Miller, Louis Armstrong, and she was the little princess spoiled by the three. In the dream, Alex Brown would not be cross to her.

Marisa Darcy wouldn't countenance her either. Louis Armstrong was there.

Everything was wonderful, so wonderful that she did not want to wake up.

But, dreams are just dreams.

Emma Rosy opened her eyes and looked out into the dark night sky. It was night time. Emma Rosy wanted to get out of bed, but the nurse held her down: "Miss Richard, the doctor has ordered that you are weak and need to stay in bed." Emma Rosy's body gave a start and lay back on the bed. Her eyes fell on a large, brightly blooming bunch of sunflowers in front of the bedside table and she asked the nurse, "Who sent these?" Sunflowers, it was mom's favorite flower. "I don't know, they were here when I arrived." Emma Rosy was confused and reached out and hugged the bouquet. The postcard in the bouquet fell on the clean white quilt. Emma Rosy froze, picked it up and opened it,:

"Do you want to leave?" Emma Rosy grabbed the postcard in her hand. She wanted to leave, desperately fleeing this place. Unfortunately, Alex Brown and Marisa Darcycould not let her escape. Emma Rosy's face returned to normal, as if she didn't care, and tossed the postcard aside. Holding the sunflower in her hand, she smiled sweetly at the nurse and said, "Please, can you help me find a vase to put this bouquet in?"

The nurse looked at Emma Rosy and sighed in her heart. She couldn't understand how such a good-looking girl could be a criminal.

The nurse took the flowers from Emma Rosy's hand, found a transparent vase and put them on the bedside table for her.

The nurse smiled and said, "That's pretty." "Yeah, it's pretty." Emma Rosy smiled faintly and looked at the blooming sunflowers.

She hadn't even met her mother growing up, but knew from her father that her mother was an extremely positive and optimistic woman.

Thinking of her mother's untimely death, Emma Rosy could not help but stroke her slightly bulging belly and whisper a promise: "Baby, mommy will protect you well." No one can hurt you.

Emma Rosy looked at the sunflower and was dumbfounded, who sent the flower? ... In the emergency room, the red light turns green. The doctor opened the door and walked to Alex Brown sitting in the corridor. He took off his mask and said respectfully: "Mr. Brown, Ms. Miller's legs and face were severely injured. Even after treatment, she would still have scars. In addition, Ms. Miller has not yet recovered from her miscarriage, her stomach has been hit so hard that it may..." The doctor's voice stopped abruptly. "What will happen?"

"She will never be able to conceive a child for the rest of her life!" The doctor's voice rang in Alex Brown' ears, and Alex Brown' heart choked as he remembered the promise he had made to Marisa Miller. So far, he was still sorry to her.

"I know..."

Alex Brown pondered for a long time and calmly spat out the words. Those who are familiar with him will know that this is a premonition of Alex Brown' rage.

As if feeling the cold air around Alex Brown, the doctor shivered and whispered, "Then... nothing, I'll leave."