Hello, Mr. Brent

Emily sent Franklin out, and said to her mother after closing the door, "Mom, I know what you want to say. All things happened quickly, but he and I... love each other. We have already got the marriage certificate.”

"Do you think I will disagree?" Abigail looked at her and asked amusedly.

Emily lowered her head.

Abigail sighed, "I'm not going to say no to your marriage. I've been unconscious all these years and haven't fulfilled my duty as a mother. How can I be so good at telling you about your marriage? I just want to know the details of him. I want to know ... if the man you married is a good man. I don't want you to live a life like mine.”

"Mom, don't worry! He's very good and very kind to me, and very kind to you. He's the one who found this sanatorium for you. Without him, you wouldn't have recovered so quickly.” Emily quickly recounted Franklin's benefits.

Abigail smiled, touched Emily's face, and said, "Since you are so fond of him, I have nothing to say. There is one thing I want you to arrange for me. I want to meet your father.”

Emily froze and frowned, "Mom, why do you suddenly want to meet him?"

Abigail said, "It's been so long since I woke up, but I haven't met him once. I have to thank him in person for all he has done for you, at least for raising you up."

"Mom, there's no need to do that. I grew up all by myself, and he had done nothing,” Emily said coldly.

Abigail smiled and said, "How can you say that? He is your father anyway."

Emily, ".."

She really wanted to tell her mother everything that Anthony had done to her, but she was afraid that her mother would be sad, which would be bad for her recovery.

"Emily, I know you must have suffered a lot over these years. But I really need to meet him, so please, just arrange it for me," Abigail begged. "Okay, I promise you." Emily couldn't refuse her mother's pleading and had to agree.

When she came out of the ward, Franklin quickly stood up and looked at her.

Emily couldn't help but smile when seeing his nervousness, "Are you afraid that my mother won't be satisfied with you and ask me to break up with you?"

"Hmph! Impossible.” Franklin snorted with confidence.

Emily sighed. She was just joking. Franklin wouldn't be afraid to break up with her.

"What did your mother say?"

"Not much. She asked about you and was worried about your family background. But that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that she wanted to meet Anthony and asked me to make an arrangement.”

"Who's Anthony?" Franklin looked at her disgusted expression and asked in surprise.

"My father!"

If she could, she really didn't want that bastard to be her father.

"He's not nice to you?"

"Do you think he will be nice to me?" Emily snorted. "If he was, I wouldn't have to beg you to pay for my mother's medical bills.”

"If you don't want to see him, then don't. He's just a relative of yours unrelated to you," Franklin said.

Emily looked at him in surprise. It was the first time she had heard such a novel idea.

However, she had already promised her mother, so how could she not arrange it?

"My mom let you in and wanted to talk to you,” Emily said quickly. Franklin was a little frightened, "She still wants to talk to me?" "Anyway, just say something nice to her, please. When I see your mother with you, I will do so as well," she pleaded with a pout. Franklin curled his lips and pinched her pouting mouth, "My mother doesn't need your nice words. If you don't want to see her, you don't have to."

After that, he pushed open the door of the ward and walked in. Coming out of the hospital, Emily looked at Franklin differently.

She really didn't expect that Franklin, who was so grumpy with her, would be so gentle.

He made her mother burst with joy and laughter.

If it wasn't for the time that her mother should rest, she would not have let them go.

"Thank you," Emily whispered as he got out of the car.

Franklin raised his eyebrows, "What did you say? I didn't hear you." Emily pursed her lips and glared at him, "You did. Don't pretend you didn't hear me."

"But expressing gratefulness is not just by saying. I like something practical.” Franklin curled his lips.

"Then what do you want me to do?" Asked Emily.

Franklin grabbed the back of her head and suddenly kissed her.

Emily looked at him in shock. After they parted, Franklin said, “I hope you can take the initiative to thank me next time.”

"You... I..." Emily's face was flushed red and she was speechless with shock.

"Hurry down! I have to go to work," Franklin said.

Emily got out of the car in a daze and waited for the car to leave before returning to her senses.

"I would rather apologize to you than kiss you,” Emily said to herself. "Kiss who?" Joyce suddenly jumped behind her and asked, hugging her shoulder.

Emily was startled and quickly pushed Joyce away, "Why did you suddenly come out? You really scare me. Don't do this again. It's so scary.”

"What are you afraid of? Did you do something wrong?" Joyce pointed at her and asked.

Emily blushed and whispered to Joyce, "Joyce, you are my best friend. What would you think if I told you I was married?"

Joyce, “.."

"Damn it, Emily, don't scare me," Joyce shouted.

Emily immediately covered her mouth to hide her voice, and said nervously, "Keep your voice down. Don't let others know it."

Joyce nodded with her widened eyes. As soon as Emily let her go, she continued, "What's going on? We've known each other for more than ten years. You can't hide anything from me.”

Emily nodded and pulled her to a meeting room to tell her what had happened in the past few days.

What she said shocked Joyce. She could not digest the news and looked at Emily silently. After a long while, she said, "Oh My God, Emily, you are legendary. You married Franklin, the richest man in Lancaster.” "Hush! Lower your voice. You're the only one knowing this. Don't tell anyone,” Emily emphasized.

Joyce didn't understand why she asked her to keep it a secret, and asked, "You are married to the richest man and become the wife of a billionaire. You are the FIRE (financial independence, retire early). Why do you still work here?”

"You know nothing.” Emily glared at her and sighed, "I'm just a stand-in. When his childhood sweetheart comes back, I'll still be the old Emily rather than the wife of Franklin. I can't lose myself and block my way back."

"You're amazing." Joyce gave her a thumbs-up sincerely.

"Okay, okay, no more talking. Let's go to work! I haven't figured out a suitable way to ask my father to meet my mother,” Emily was distressed.