Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 119

Emily came out of the ward with a long sigh.

In fact, I had already guessed that this would be the result, but if it was true, I still felt very

uncomfortable.

Alan said, "You don't have to be too sad. I'll persuade her to forgive you."

"Thank you." Emily smiled bitterly.

Alan lowered his head and remained silent.

Emily remembered that he had brought himself here, and Mrs Moore was so angry again that he

couldn't help but ask, "Will Mrs Moore blame you? I'm sorry, you only brought me in, and didn't

consider your situation."

"It's okay. She won't blame me," Alan said.

Emily sighed, "No way. It's not easy for you. She has such a temper. How can she not blame you?" Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Believe it or not, she's still very good to me," Alan said.

Emily was surprised, but when she suddenly remembered that Mrs Moore liked young boys, she

couldn't help but widen her eyes in shock.

"You guys are cousins!" Emily said.

Alan was stunned, then smiled and said, "You think too much. She likes young boys, but she really

treats me as her younger brother. My mother used to be her best friend, and it was because of her that

she met Mr. Brent. She's always felt guilty about my mother, and that's why she took the initiative to

raise me after her death."

"I see!" Emily sighed with relief.

But in his heart, he scolded Mr. Brent. He was such a jerk. Not even his daughter's friends were

spared. He was worse than a jerk.

"Did what happened last time... Cause you any trouble?" Alan asked.

Emily knew what he was talking about. He shook his head and said, "I'm fine. You, on the other hand,

heard that I've been kneeling outside the ancestral hall for a long time. I've been having a hard time."

"It's okay. Even if it wasn't that, he would have to find another reason to punish me," Alan said with a

bitter smile.

Emily frowned and felt uncomfortable hearing him say that about Franklin.

Alan looked at her frown and said bitterly, "Don't you like me to say that about him?"

Emily pursed her lips.

Alan sighed, "He gave me a company two years ago and wanted me to manage it well. But I was not

suited for this line of work, so the company completely collapsed in my hands for two years. He was

angry, but he couldn't find a good reason to lose his temper. The last thing gave him a chance. I don't

blame him, and I deserve to be punished for my own incompetence."

"So, there's another reason! But... Alan, let me ask you something. Can you tell me the truth?" Said

Emily.

Alan said, "You ask! If I knew, I would tell you."

"Are you a mosquito magnet?" Asked Emily.

She did not forget what Lisa had told her, although she did not want to doubt Alan's innocence.

Alan was taken aback, then smiled bitterly and said, "What did you hear? Yes, I especially attract

mosquitoes. But that day, no mosquito bit me. Do you suspect that I planned all this?"

Emily lowered his head and pursed his lips, "I don't want to doubt you, but this is too suspicious."

"Would you believe me if I told you that I applied the mosquito repellent beforehand and that it was Mrs.

Brent who gave it to me?" Alan said.

Emily looked up at him in surprise.

Alan said, "I know it's hard for others to believe this. Mrs. Brent didn't like me and even wanted to

drown me when I was a child. But I survived and grew up. Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was something

else, and she was nice to me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let Mrs Moore keep raising me and involve

me in the Brents. She gave me that bottle of mosquito repellent. She said that she had moved a lot of

flowers and plants in the old house recently and knew that I was especially attracted to mosquitoes, so

she told me to apply the medicine and then go there, so that I wouldn't be bitten by mosquitoes. Sure

enough, I wasn't bitten by a mosquito that day, but I didn't expect you to be bitten like that. I just

realized there was something wrong with this."

"Did you tell Franklin?" Emily asked hastily.

Alan smiled bitterly and said, "Did I say that he would believe me? One is a person like me, the other is

his mother. Who do you think he would choose to believe? Besides, as I said before, this is just a

reason. He's just using this to vent his dissatisfaction with me. Whether I explain it or not, this

punishment is inevitable."

"Don't you hate it? You are also the son of the Brents, but your identities are so different. Don't you

hate it?" Emily asked.

Alan looked at her and said, "I heard that you are not favored in your family. You also have a half-sister.

Do you hate her?"

Emily was stunned and looked at him speechless.

After a while, he lowered his head and said, "I did, but I don't hate them anymore. If I don't take them to

heart and treat them as my family, I don't have much to hate."

Alan smiled bitterly and said, "Your feelings are also my feelings. I tell myself that I am just an outsider

and have nothing to do with the Brents. Look, I don't even have the surname Brent. Now I can use the

reputation of the Brents to survive. I live a better life than others. What hatred do I have?"

"Alan."

"Emily, we're the same people," Alan said with a bitter smile.

Emily pursed her lips, feeling very uncomfortable, for Alan and for herself.

"Well, you go back first! I'll persuade Mrs Moore to forgive you as soon as possible. But there's nothing

else I can do. Did he ask you to apologize? If I were him, I would come with you, so it would be easier

for you to apologize," Alan said.

Emily smiled bitterly and said, "This is my fault. How can I make him lose face with me? Mrs Moore is

in trouble here. I will come back tomorrow."

After Emily said that, he left and passed by the nurse, who glared at her fiercely again.

After leaving the hospital, Emily went to The Brents' Residence.

The housekeeper of the old house naturally knew her, but she said with a troubled face, "Young

madam, I'm sorry. Madam said that if you came over, she would let you go back. She doesn't want to

see you."

"Uncle butler, let me in! I'll just go in and see her and say a few words," Emily said with a smirk.

The butler shook his head and said, "Young madam, I'm really sorry. I can't promise you."

"Uncle butler." Emily kept pleading.

"Let her in! When madam asks, she says yes." Ivy's voice sounded behind him.

Emily turned around and saw Ivy standing behind her with a fawning smile on his face.

Emily frowned and said, "Why are you here?"

Ivy said, "Auntie asked me to come over and chat with her. Auntie is in a bad mood and doesn't want to

go out. She can only ask me to come over."

"Oh yes, the reason why I don't want to go out is because everything happened yesterday has been

spread. Auntie feels embarrassed and embarrassed to go out." Ivy added.