Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 251

"Trust? Affections?" Emily chuckled, "Franklin, don't you think what you're saying is ridiculous? When

did we ever love each other? Do you forget how our relationship started? It was a mistake from the

beginning. We should have gone separate ways."

"Good. Great. You finally said what you are thinking." Franklin sneered.

But he felt as if his heart had been pierced by a sharp sword, and he was overwhelmed with sorrow. He

tried his best to be with her, but what he did meant nothing to her. From the beginning, she had never

trusted him. From the beginning, she was pessimistic about this relationship. He was a huge mistake to

her.

"What are you doing?" Emily shouted in shock.

They were already outside of the house, but Franklin picked her up and carried her out of the car after

the car stopped.

Of course, Emily struggled. She was not a child, and she was not hurt. How could she let him carry

her?

But the more she struggled, the more Franklin refused to let her go.

However, she was still an adult. Although she was not heavy, she could exert much strength when she

struggled, which would bring the man much trouble. It was just a show that men on TV series could

easily carry women and walk steadily when those women were struggling too hard.

Even if Franklin was so strong, his arms became weak and he lost strength because of her struggle.

Finally, he had to let go and put Emily down.

The minute Emily was finally free, she ran away, but she didn't expect Franklin to be faster than her.

This time, instead of picking her up, he suddenly held her waist, lifted her up, put her on his shoulder,

and then walked forward.

Emily was dumbfounded and forgot to struggle.

When she came to her senses, she patted and hit Franklin on the back and shouted, "Put me down,

Franklin. Let me go."

But Franklin didn't say a word, seeming to be determined to carry her in. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Emily was made to shake as Franklin walked. She felt her stomach resting on Franklin's shoulder

which made her so uncomfortable that she was about to vomit.

Fortunately, Franklin finally went into the bedroom upstairs.

Before she vomited, he threw her on the bed and pressed her down.

"Franklin, what are you doing? Go away. I don't want to see you." Emily had an upset stomach. Now

that she was pressed against him, she felt like she couldn't breathe.

However, Franklin did not walk away as she wanted. Instead, he kept pressing her down and said

gloomily, "Emily, do you know how much I hate you?"

Emily was stunned, then her eyes turned red with a grievance. She gritted her teeth and said, "What

right do you have to hate me? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have suffered so much now, and I wouldn't

have lost Bryce."

"Well, if you hate me for causing you to have lost your child, I'll give you another one. Emily, whether

we can find Bryce or not, we'll start over and give birth to our child." Franklin said in a grave tone.

Emily was stunned, then struggled frantically and shouted, "No, I won't have another child. I only want

Bryce. I only want my Bryce."

But all her struggles and screams were seen as the grief of losing her son by Franklin. He didn't know

what to do to make her forget the pain now and how to keep her with him.

Maybe they could have another child; maybe they could start over when they had another child.

This was the only thought in Franklin's mind. He kept kissing Emily affectionately and held her

struggling arms above her head. Since Emily was exerting much strength, Franklin had no choice but

to untie his tie and tie her hands.

"Emily, let's have another child. I'll try my best to find Bryce. But if we can't find him, we'll have another

child and forget about the pain and start over again." Franklin kissed and nuzzled Emily's fair cheek.

However, Emily began to sob. Hearing Franklin said if they could not find Bryce, she felt as if a knife

had pierced her heart. Ever since Bryce disappeared, she had never thought that she could not find

him.

But now that even Franklin said he may not find him, she felt half of her hope was dashed and that she

lost her way. She was heartbroken.

But she didn't want to have another child. She would never have a child anymore.

Apart from being unable to bear the pain of loss, the most important thing was that having another child

meant that Bryce had become a past. If they really couldn't get him back, she would lose him forever.

"No, no, I don't want to have a child. Let me go."

Emily suddenly tried her best to struggle again.

She didn't want to have a child. She didn't want to have any children.

But her struggling was to no avail.

Emily didn't know that a person could be so sad. At first, she was still struggling violently. But then she

gradually calmed down and looked at the man on her coldly, as if she were a bystander.

Franklin's heart skipped a beat seeing those cold and sharp eyes. When he looked into her eyes, an

unknown feeling hit him. He got out of bed, put on his clothes, and left.

Emily closed her eyes, tears still streaming down.

However, she suddenly opened her eyes again, as if she had thought of something, and ran out of bed

and into the bathroom.

She would never have another child. She would never betray her Bryce to have another child.

"Miss Johnson, Miss Johnson." Lisa knocked on the door outside the bathroom.

After a long time, Emily came out of the bathroom, drenched.

Lisa sighed and quickly found a towel to wipe her hair and a hairdryer to dry it.

"Why torture yourself like this? You are hurting no one but yourself. No one else will suffer for you." Lisa

sighed.

Emily pressed her lips together and said firmly, "I won't have another child. I have to find Bryce. If I

can't find him, I won't have another child. I only want him all my life."

"Mr. Brent..."

"Don't mention him to me. I don't want to hear his name," Emily said coldly.

Lisa sighed. She knew the two of them were at loggerheads and it was improper for her to say

anything. She quickly poured Emily another glass of water to warm her up.

Emily did not refuse this time. She took it and held it in her hand, taking a sip from time to time.

But after drinking and putting down the glass, she lay on the bed staring blankly.