Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 644

His hair was white. He had worn a hat when he came here, and now he took it off. His silver hair was very eye-catching.

“I’m not your brother.” Vincent looked at her with a gentle smile, “You can call me by my name or Mr. Vincent, but you can’t call me brother.”

Emily felt that he was a little strange, but she obediently called him Mr. Vincent. She didn’t even realize why she had chosen to call him Mr. Vincent. She felt like that she had always called him that.

But she had just learnt what his name was.

“Write it down for me. Your name.”

As she pondered over it with her head dropping, a slender hand handed a pen and a notebook to her. In beautiful handwriting, ‘Vincent’ was striking on the paper.

How strange. She clearly did not know this name. However, the moment she saw it, an image flashed into her mind: she was sitting at the table and writing ‘Vincent’ repeatedly.

She took the pen and wrote down her name under his.

“Emily.” Vincent read softly.

Emily nodded, “Yes, this is my name. Mom said that she gave me this name in hope that I might have talent in arts.”

“Art? Do you like drawing?” Vincent asked.

“Yes, mom had shown me a lot of albums full of beautiful pictures.” Speaking of drawing, she seemed to be cheered up a little bit and put on an innocent and lovely smile.

It was probably because that in the following ten years, her mother had faded from her life, therefore, at the mention of drawing, it was not her mother first that came into her mind.

When Donna came back with the water, she saw Emily sitting at the table, holding a pen in her hand, copying Vincent’s name. When she saw Donna, Emily put down the pen and pulled Donna over to have a look.

“Mom, do you think they look alike?”

“What does it look like?” Donna was quite puzzled. How could Emily and Vincent get much closer in such a short time?

Emily pointed at the name on the notebook. “This is written by Mr. Vincent. This is written by me. Do you think them look alike?”

Mr. Vincent?

Donna widened her eyes slightly. Had her memory recovered or not? Why did she call him Mr. Vincent? If she had recovered, why did she still call her mother?

Donna lost in these thoughts for a long time. Emily pulled her arm. “Mom, look, do you think I write it well?”

“Yes, yes.” She raised her head to look at Vincent, who was reading a book, with a cup of tea beside. The tea was served by Rex. He lived next door with the guards, only a corridor away from here.

Vincent let them go, but they continued to follow him.

Donna had been looking for a chance to have a good talk with Vincent, but she also worried that Emily would be annoyed at her intervention after she recovered her memory. However, as a mother, she was deeply concerned with her child’s happiness. Moreover, Vincent was not an ordinary man, but an

outstanding figure. He was ambitious and well-known in City Y. Would such a person be loyal to his daughter for the rest of his life?

Back then, didn’t she believe in Maury, which caused her lifelong tragedy?

After Emily fell asleep, Donna thought it over and finally made up her mind to talk to Vincent.

“I believe in your feelings for my daughter, but… no one can guarantee that you will not meet another person you like in the future. I only hope that if you fell in love with someone else, don’t hurt my daughter. Please keep her in the dark and send her to me. I will take good care of her.”

Vincent closed the book in his hand and turned to Donna, “Mrs. Cater, I can’t promise you anything. She is the one who will accompany me in the future. I only need her consent. But as her mother, you will have my respect. Please rest assured that no matter what happens, I will not hurt her.”

“I won’t live for long. I just hope that she can grow up well and live a happy life.” Donna said as she wiped her tears, “I know you are powerful, but you are all kids in my eyes. The future is littered with uncertainty. But… please cherish her. She is a good child. It was my fault to abandon her. I regret it very much…”

“You now have a chance to make up for it.” Vincent looked at Emily who was sleeping peacefully, “She’s close to you now to make amends for the years you were absent.”

Donna was speechless.

“That was the pain of her childhood. Perhaps it was also a source of agony for you,” Vincent said as he looked at her.

When the train arrived at the station, Randy led all the team members to welcome them. Everyone wore a festive hat, making them look particularly eye-catching at the exit.

However, when everyone came out, he still did not see Vincent. He anxiously grabbed Ferne’s arm and ask, “Where is he? Where is our boss? Where is he?”

Ferne said dejectedly, “He didn’t get off the train. He bought the ticket to the terminal.”

“What? Will he come back in the future?” Randy quickly responded.

“Maybe he will.” Ferne looked at Emily, who was bleary-eyed upon waking up, “Emily is still here. If he doesn’t keep an eye on her, what if she ran away with others?”

Randy nodded, then asked, “Do you have his address or any way to contact him? If he doesn’t come back, we can go to him!”

“I forgot,” said Ferne.

Randy: “…”

When Donna brought Emily to take the car, she saw that she kept looking back and asked, “What’s wrong? What are you looking for?”

“Where is that … person?” Emily glanced back again, “Where is Mr. Vincent who was sitting opposite us? Why hasn’t he come out?”

“He went somewhere else,” Donna said.

“Oh.” Emily waited for a while, but Donna did not continue. So, she had to ask, “Where did he go?”

Donna looked into Emily’s eyes and couldn’t help but think of what Vincent had said.

“She is unwilling to stay with you, but I won’t take her away right now. During this time, please take good care of her. When I settle down, I will send someone to pick you up.”

Emily was unwilling to see her.

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Yes, he was right. The past was painful for Emily as well as for her.

It took her more than ten years to walk out of that shadow, but Emily hadn’t come out. In comparison, she wasn’t worthy of being her mother.

Donna’s eyes turned red.

“Mom, why are you crying?” Emily hastily wiped her tears.

“I’m fine. It was because of the wind.” Donna was about to close the window when she caught sight of a car outside. The rear window was lowered, revealing the face of Jackson.

He probably just wanted to take a look at her. After nodded at her from a distance, he ordered the driver to drive the car away.

Donna closed her eyes.. She had owed too much to many people in her life.