Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 238

Emily was embarrassed. She never expected that the guest was not Avery, but Mrs. Brent.

Now she understood what the butler and Franklin meant. She wished she could run back to the small

garden and hide from Mrs. Brent.

Mrs. Brent's eyes were red with anger. She pointed at Emily and said, "You don't even want me to

come here just because you want to hide it from me? So many years have passed. Why do you still let

her be by your side and don't let her go?"

Franklin's expression darkened and he said coldly, "I said you don't have to care about my business.

Didn't I make it clear last time?"

Mrs. Brent was stunned and of course, she knew what he meant. She could not help but blush. She

was ashamed and angry but felt even more aggrieved.

She couldn't help but redden her eyes and start to sob. As she sobbed, she said, "I've worked so hard

to raise you. I've given up so much for you, and I've sacrificed a lot for you. You treat me like this for a

woman today. Do you have any conscience?"

Emily listened awkwardly. This was the first time she had heard Mrs. Brent say such a thing. After all, in

the past, Mrs. Brent, no matter how sad she was, had to show off her demeanor as Brent Family's lady.

The words she said this time indicated that she was completely helpless.

However, Franklin was obviously not a pushover. Hearing her cry like this, he sighed and said slowly,

"You are not the same kind of people. Why do you have to compare yourself to her? You are my

mother and the lady of the Brent Family. Why do you have to humiliate yourself?"

Emily,"..."

She was furious instantly and stared at him angrily.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

What did he mean by saying that Mrs. Brent's comparison to her was a humiliation to Mrs. Brent. Then.

in his eyes, what was she? What did he think of her again?

Franklin's words really saved Mrs. Brent's dignity in front of Emily. Mrs. Brent looked at Emily's angry

red face. As a woman, how could she not understand? She immediately curled her lips and stopped

being angry.

Wiping away her tears, she said to Franklin, "Well, I'm relieved to hear that. Mother is not

unreasonable. Since you insist on doing so, I can only indulge you. You're my son. But you said you

would marry Avery, and now you're entangled with her. Aren't you afraid that Avery will be angry?

Although those photos were suppressed by you and didn't leak out, it's hard to guarantee that someone

with ulterior motives wouldn't take them to Avery and tell her about it."

"You don't have to worry about this. I'll handle it myself," Franklin said.

Mrs. Brent sighed and said, "Well, since you have said so, then I'll let you do what you want! You won't

listen to me as you have grown up. I can't do anything about you. You'd better be aware of what you

are doing. Alas, it's a man's ability to keep a wife at home while having mistresses outside."

After saying that, Mrs. Brent glanced at Emily contemptuously and left arrogantly.

Emily was trembling with anger. Mrs. Brent was trying to belittle her. And Franklin was even more

hateful. If it weren't for him, how could she have such an identity and how could she be so humiliated

that she couldn't say a word to refute.

In the past, even if she didn't rush up and fight with Mrs. Brent, she would have quarreled with Mrs.

Brent.

"Don't take her words to heart. Don't care about her in the future." Franklin saw Emily's angry look and

thought she was angry with his mother, so he stepped forward and comforted her.

Who knew that as soon as his hands touched Emily's shoulder, Emily shook them off with a cold snort.

"You don't have to pretend to be a good person. I thought it was Miss Lewis, but I didn't expect it to be

your mother. But your mother was right. You always keep me by your side like this. Is Miss Lewis really

willing to allow you to be like this? Or is it because of your extraordinary ability so that you can keep a

wife at home while having mistresses outside?" Emily said angrily.

Franklin frowned and quickly understood. He chuckled and said, "Did you cry in the garden before

because you thought I didn't let you in because Avery came? That's why you were sad and couldn't

help crying."

"Who's crying? I'm telling you that it was because the sand got in my eyes. Are you deaf or you just

can't understand?" Emily said angrily.

Franklin said faintly, "I'm neither deaf nor incomprehensible. You don't have to care about what I said to

my mother. You're obviously angry now because you care about what she said. Our relationship has

been made clear for a long time, and now it's not worth it to mess with me."

Emily, "..."

All of a sudden, she lost all her strength. It was really boring. She had long known that she had been a

lover by his side from the beginning, and now she was saying these words as if she cared about him so

much.

"You're right. I'm not sensible. I'll go upstairs and rest first. Don't call me if there's nothing else." Emily

pursed her lips and went upstairs angrily.

But she didn't expect Franklin to follow her into the bedroom.

Emily turned around and saw him following her. She couldn't help but lose her temper and say, "Why

are you following me here? Can't I take a rest?"

"Are you quarreling with me again?" Franklin frowned and said unhappily.

Emily snorted coldly, "You didn't realize it until now. The arc of reflection is so long. No wonder you

have no friend."

"Who said I don't have friends?" Franklin said angrily to her.

Emily said coldly, "Yes, you have friends. One is about to be your wife, and the other's lover was

snatched away by you."

Franklin, "..."

She was just putting salt on the wound and stepping on it wherever it hurt.

"I didn't expect you to know how to step on people's painful area now. Well, very well. Have I been too

gentle to you these days, so you forgot your identity?"

As Franklin spoke, he jumped up, hugged her, and pressed her onto the bed.

Emily was stunned and then struggled hard.

As she struggled, she cried out in anger, "Franklin, let go of me. Don't be shameless and use this kind

of method at all times. What do you think I am, a tool to vent your desire? I'm telling you I'm in a bad

mood today. If you dare to do this to me again, I will hurt you."

Franklin pressed her down with a sullen face and blocked her mouth as if he didn't like to hear her say

these words.

Emily's mind heated up and she raised her hand, intending to slap Franklin's face.

She didn't care where it would hit. She just gritted her teeth and fought at full split.

With a loud slap, both of them were stunned.

Emily stopped struggling, and Franklin pressed her down still. He didn't do anything and he just stared

at her.

Only then did Emily realize that she had hit Franklin. She could not help but shrink her fingers and

pursed her lips. She tried to apologize, but she could not say anything.

And Franklin looked at her calmly without doing anything, which made Emily's heart tremble. She was

afraid that he would do something to her too. But just as she was in fear, Franklin suddenly got up and

left.