Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 286

"Hey, where are you?" Arabella asked.

Guilty, Jaquan said, "At home. What's wrong?"

"Oh." Arabella paused for a moment and smiled, "Nothing. I'm just asking."

"OK." Jaquan answered, but he didn't start another topic to smooth the way for a good chat. Neither of them spoke. The atmosphere was like this, filling them with awkwardness.

"Go to bed early." Jaquan said.

"Alright, you too." Arabella hung up.

Jaquan exhaled a breath and switched off his phone. As he looked into the darkness before him, felt so calm. Staying in the car for a moment, he started the car and left.

At the same time, Arabella stood in front of his house. After the call, she expressionlessly left the elevator.

Behind the crescent-shaped door, Emma was cleaning up the fish after having her meal. Stony was dawdling and watching Emma scraping the fish scales.

"What's the matter?" Emma tilted her head to look at him and asked, "Are you not going to read your books?"

Stony looked at her confusedly and asked, "Mom, why don't you ask Mr. Jaquan to have dinner with us? We had a meal with Mr. Collin at home last time."

Emma didn't stop scraping the scales, "No reason."

He thought for a moment and asked, "Are you still mad at him?"

"..."

"Mom, it's obvious you don't hate him anymore." Stony muttered, "Obviously, you..."

His voice was quiet that Emma did not hear what he said. She remembered the way Jaquan came in with the fish in his hand. Her indifferent eyes were lit up.

"I don't hate him." Emma said softly.

She never hated him.

"Then why?" Stony asked in confusion.

Yeah, why?

Emma opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Only a faint and gentle smile touched her lips.

**

Italy.

Exhausted, Ethen entered the ward. Since Vincent was injured, he was supposed to handle the rest of the business. His business partner dropped dead. He had to explain it not only to the other Italian partners, but also to Caspar's family.

More importantly, he needed to convince Caspar's family that the Scavos would not harbor a desire for revenge.

Over all these years in Italy, Ethen knew what tricks these sophisticated people were playing. He led his men into the Caspar's and warned, "If anything happens to Vincent, the entire family of Caspar's will be doomed!"

Caspar's family members just got up with drowsy eyes. Surrounded by this group of people holding guns, they did not dare to refute it.

The next second, Ethen threw Caspar's body in front of everyone. Uninterested in the panicked, shocked, and miserable expressions of others, he turned around and left.

He intimidated the whole family in this simple and brutal way.

Bearing trade-offs in mind, Caspar's family would choose to sacrifice a dead person, not fight against the enemy.

Ethen knew it well. Of course, the real cause of Caspar's death must remain a secret. After running around for more than four hours, he finally arrived at the hospital before dawn.

How could anyone hurt Vincent? That was the question he wanted to ask.

Ever since the riots ten years ago, Ethen had never seen Vincent injured again. Vincent was a cold-blooded, arrogant, and ruthless business genius. He was sharp-eyed and had good judgment about business. Besides, he was sensitive to risks.

"The medicinal effect hasn't dissipated yet, right? It will probably take more than half an hour." Rex explained. Because Irene was here, he did not say much about Vincent's injuries.

Ethen suppressed his confusion and checked his watch. "I'll take a nap in the next room. Call me when he wakes up."

Rex nodded.

After Ethen left, Irene was still sitting on the edge of the bed.

Rex didn't drive her away, because the Scavos and the Potters were cooperating. He just put up with her.

Not long after, Vincent opened his eyes. In that instant, he gave a sharp and murderous look. When he adapted to the light and saw Irene beside the bed, he narrowed his eyes to hide all the hostility.

"Mr. Vincent, are you awake?" Rex has been guarding him. The moment he found Vincent awake, he asked, "Do you want some water?"

Vincent frowned slightly as he put his hand on his chest. Then he gestured for Rex to help him sit up.

Rex hurriedly adjusted the bed. Soon, the bed rose. Vincent tilted his head to look at Irene on the edge of the bed, and looked away, as if he did not see anything. Or he saw her but just took her as a decoration.

Irene wished to get roasted rather than such humiliating indifference.

She stood up and wanted to turn around and leave. But somehow, she remained still and said angrily, "Yes, I did it. I admit it. I was just jealous, but was there anything wrong with it? I love you. Am I wrong? You're injured but where is she? Does she know? Even if she knows, what can she do for you? The Britt family is going bankrupt and will not be able to help you. You need me. Our marriage will do you more good than harm."

She grabbed Vincent's hand excitedly. "You need me, Vincent. It's fate for us to meet here. I never thought that I would meet you here. I decided to give up. It's true. Can you try to like me? I can give you more than she can..."

Vincent's lip curled slightly and he looked up. He sneered coldly, "You're nothing before her."