Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 103

Emily was carried out of the car by Franklin. Jason had already gone to the doctor to arrange the vip

passage. Although it was the middle of the night, two professional doctors were called in to take

pictures of Emily.

Emily was so embarrassed that he got caught in the car door, not run over.

But Franklin insisted, and there was nothing she could do.

After filming the film, fortunately, there was no damage, only external bruises. The two attending

doctors recommended a blood stasis medicine for her and told her to go back and wipe it off.

"I told you it's okay!" Emily said to Franklin.

Franklin rubbed her hair with a smile and said, "You're lucky to be fine, but the god of luck won't always

visit you. Don't be silly next time. No matter what happens, you can't bet on your own body."

"Who told you not to give me a chance?" Johnny pouted.

Franklin looked at her calmly for a while before sighing again.

"Not anymore, but you have to watch your words and actions in the future. Things like today with that

man can never happen again."

"You think I want to! I hate him too," Emily said immediately.

"Then how did you provoke him?" Franklin frowned.

"Well, let's not talk about it now. It's just another muddle. Let's talk about Alan first. I heard you made

him kneel in front of the ancestral hall. How could you do this to him? It's not his fault." Emily didn't

want to talk about Andrew, so he quickly changed the subject.

But what she said made Franklin's face black and said coldly, "How do you know it wasn't his fault? Ivy

said she didn't lock the door at all. I also asked the servants at home. They all had alibis. Do you know

what this means?"

"What?"

"Hmph, it could be Alan's role."

"How is that possible?" Emily immediately retorted, "You don't even know how anxious and scared Alan

was after the incident, just for fear that you might misunderstand. He was suffocating from the heat

when he was inside, but in order to save me, he kept getting things to fan me. How could he possibly

direct himself in this play? What good would it do him?"

"Isn't the benefit obvious? Look at how much you're defending him now," Franklin said in a tone of

pique.

Emily snorted and laughed, "You mean, he directed and acted in this play to win my favor? What good

is it for him? We all know who he is. He's already living on thin ice. Do you think he's going to offend

you, your mother, and even the entire The Brents just to please me?"

"Or do you think he came to take me away from you for revenge because you stole his identity and

position and because I am your wife?" Emily couldn't help but laugh.

"Can't I?" Franklin looked at her with a dark face and asked unhappily.

Emily snorted and said, "Then you really think highly of me. Everyone knows that as your wife, I am

only a temporary representative and can't last long. Do you think he will offend the big boss for a

temporary worker?"

"I can't explain it to you clearly." Franklin walked forward angrily.

Emily grabbed his arm and said, "Don't go. We haven't finished yet."

"With your attitude, I have nothing to talk to you about."

"Why are you back to where you started? I'm just trying to reason with you. Why can't you listen to

others?" Emily was so anxious that she wanted to stomp her feet. She made it clear why Franklin

couldn't understand.

"Do you mean I'm an unreasonable person?" Franklin asked with a sneer.

Emily: ..."

"I didn't mean that. Don't be angry. Don't be angry."

If she were to walk away again, she would have to hurt herself to keep him.

Franklin took a deep breath and looked at Emily coldly, "I'm not angry. There's nothing to be angry with,

you idiot. But Emily, many things are not as simple and superficial as you see. Don't use your simple

brain to think about complicated problems."

"Yes, yes, yes, I am a simple brain. Then explain to me how complicated this is. You have to give me a

reason to believe it!"

"If I don't tell you, why would I tell you?" Franklin walked forward in a huff.

Emily chased after him speechlessly, not knowing what to say.

But no matter what, she had to coax Franklin now. Otherwise, how pitiful Alan would be, at least half of

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That night, Emily hugged him.

"Emily, do you want to die? Do you want to suffer from injuries?" With a dark face, Franklin pushed her

aside.

"Ouch." Emily let out a painful cry and fell to the injured spot.

Franklin frowned and tried to reach out to help her, but when he thought of her behavior just now, he

could not help but snort and say, "You deserve it. Who told you to jump on it without any trouble?"

"I was just trying to please you," Emily said angrily.

Franklin curled his lips and smiled faintly, "Why are you trying to please me? Do you want to plead with

Alan?

Emily was ashamed and angry, and his face was red.

Franklin suddenly leaned back, "If you insist, you can't, but you have to be nice to people..."