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Emily’s voice was childish but her face was solemn.

Her younger brother was not as beautiful as she was. He was just very cute.

She remained the most beautiful daughter of her father and mother.

Hilla couldn’t help laughing. She squatted down and looked at Emily, "Emily, you will take care of your brother in the future. It is a difficult job."

"I am not afraid. My classmates said that if my brother doesn’t obey me, I can spank him and then he would be good."

Hilla thought, "As I expected...Emily is from our Holt family."

"Little brother is too small. Be gentle with him, OK?"

Emily smiled and said, "I will tell him how to be good. If he doesn’t listen, I will teach him a lesson."

It made sense for her to say these.

If one didn’t listen to the right thing others tell him, he would be in trouble, wouldn’t he?

Hilla smiled and nodded to Emily.

"Can you take me to see your mother and brother now?"

"Sure!"

After saying that, Emily took Hilla’s hand and entered the ward quickly.

Seeing this, Bruce did not follow them. Instead, he stopped and talked with Horton outside the ward.

After all, he was a man and it was not appropriate for him to go in.

In the ward.

When Halle saw Hilla, she smiled.

Beside her was a cute baby.

The little boy didn’t cry or make a noise. He lay beside Halle and quietly fell asleep.

Hilla walked forward and took a look. Emily, who was beside her, quickly made a silent gesture and whispered to Hilla, "Shh! Little brother is asleep. Keep your voice down and don’t wake him up."

Just as Emily finished her words, the little boy on the bed snorted and twisted his little body uncomfortably.

When Emily saw this, she quickly covered her mouth with both hands and looked frightened, "It was not me who woke him up."

The little boy just twisted and snorted. He seemed to feel that Halle was beside him and then continued to sleep.

Emily smiled secretly. She was sure she didn’t wake him up.

"Halle, congratulations!"

Hilla looked at Halle, who couldn’t get up on the bed. Halle seemed tired after the C section.

Hilla didn’t want her to sit up. She only looked at the little boy in Halle’s arms.

Halle smiled and looked into Hilla’s eyes seriously. "I have never been as happy as I am now. Although our parents are gone, God gave me a family."

God gave her a family so that she could be happy and at peace.

The two children were gifts for her. She felt gratitude for being able to have them in her life.

Hilla reached out to touch the baby. The little boy had a smooth and tender face.

Emily, who was watching, stretched out her hand and touched the baby’s hand.

Seeing the little boy unhappily curl his lips, she laughed happily while covering her mouth.

Emily thought, <the baby is so cute, so funny, like a little bun.

When I go to school later, he will follow me.>

"You just gave birth and need rest. Don’t worry, I will take good care of Emily these days. You need to take care of yourself."

Although Emily had already gone to kindergarten, she was still a child and couldn’t come to the hospital every day.

Horton was already very busy taking care of Halle. Hilla felt that she did not need to stay with Halle. Instead, she could take good care of Emily.

"Thank you for your help. By the way, pass my gratitude to Orlenna."

The two sisters didn’t have parents and Orlenna gave a lot of support when Halle gave birth.

It took Hilla a lot of time and energy to take care of Emily. Orlenna would have to take up more responsibilities for the family.

Anyway, Orlenna had given her much help.

Hilla nodded with a smile, "Don’t worry. She understands."

Hilla’s comforting words made Halle feel more grateful.

She had never given much help to Hilla. In fact, it was Hilla who often provided strong support to her.

Fortunately, the Anderson family liked Hilla very much.

Halle had a C section and could not eat or drink anything. She fell asleep and then Hilla came out with Emily.

Bruce and Horton stood at the stairs. Both of them looked at her when she came out.

Hilla walked over and said to Horton, "I will take Emily with me for the next two days. When Halle leaves the hospital and goes to the maternity center, I will send Emily back to you."

Emily, who had already accepted this plan, nodded at Horton obediently.

She spoke in a cute and sensible voice, "Dad, you have to take good care of Mom and brother. I have grown up and I can stay with Hilla."

Emily was as easy-going as Horton and as smart as Halle.

She wasn’t the kind of girl who could attract others’ attention easily or behave very lively. Like Halle, she was tender and quiet.

Emily could reach into one’s heart.

Horton touched Emily’s head and looked at Bruce and Hilla, "Thank you very much for the help."

Although there were servants at home, Hilla would love to take care of Emily by herself.

Halle didn’t need her and so she would take good care of Emily.

In the car on the way to Hilla’s home.

Emily raised her small face and looked at Hilla obediently, "Mom has a new baby. How long will it take for her to get better? Will she be in pain?"

Looking at Emily’s serious face, Hilla smiled and said, "Your mother is happy to have you and your brother. She won’t feel pain. Don’t worry. You will see your mother recover soon."

When Emily heard this, she smiled. On each side of her cheek, there was a faint dimple, which made her particularly cute and lovely, "Then Emily will wait for Mom to recover."

The two little boys in the Anderson family can walk steadily. They loved to walk around. Although they didn’t need intense care, it was still hard work to take care of them.

With Emily at their home, the two little boys always followed her.

In addition, Emily was clever and sensible, which naturally made Orlenna happy.

On one wall of the garden was a short wooden fence, along which there were some small trees.

On the other side of the fence was an old neighbor. Both families’ children often

played here. There were many small holes on the ground dug by children.

This place became the playground for children from the two families.

Because of this, Orlenna put there a lot of garden gravel and clean fine sand.

Children loved to roll around in the sand. This was their favorite place.

Emily liked to swing the most. Because roses had thorns, only hydrangeas were planted.

However, at this time, it was not its blooming season.

Emily played with Andrew and Henry. She was covered with sand. The maid quickly went to get her clean clothes.

A football flew over the wall and rolled to Emily’s feet.

Emily blinked and was about to reach out her hand when a voice came from above, "Little girl, give me the ball."

Emily looked up. On the tall apricot tree sat a clean and handsome boy.

Emily pursed her lips and said unhappily, "You are so rude. Don’t call me little girl!"

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The little boy on the tree was surprised for a moment. He looked at Emily and laughed arrogantly, "Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me?"

Emily looked at him, then looked at the ball at her feet. She pursed her lips and said, "Will you beat me?"

She often saw some big boys and girls bullying small children in kindergarten, who were too young to fight back.

"Of course, hurry up and give me the ball."

The little boy arrogantly pointed at the ball at Emily’s feet and said, "Hurry up, if you don’t, I’ll beat you."

After saying that, he really looked around and broke a branch.

In Emily’s opinion, this little boy was really...nasty.

She picked up the ball, walked to the wall and hesitated, "How should I give it to you?"

She was too small to throw it up to the tree.

The boy sat on the tall apricot tree. After all, he was only a few years older than her and could not reach the ball in her hand.

He frowned.

Not far behind him, someone seemed to be talking with him.

The little boy was in a hurry and immediately jumped down from the apricot tree.

Emily was shocked. Looking at the boy who suddenly appeared in front of her. He was taller than her. She handed the ball to him in fear.

"Here is your ball," Emily said.

The little boy took the ball and smiled proudly. He reached out and pinched Emily’s little face.

It was really soft, like a flower petal.

"Now you know who is the boss. Are you afraid I would beat you if you didn’t give me the ball?"

The little boy’s tone was full of pride and arrogance. Emily was alert. She took a step back and stared at him.

She said, "This is my home. You definitely won’t dare to beat me, but you can’t hurt my brother either."

As she said that, Emily stretched out her arms and tried to protect Andrew and Henry who were playing mud behind her.

The boy glanced at her and snorted in disdain.

He held the ball in his arms and raised his eyebrows, "I don’t like to bully the weak, little girl."

"Don’t call me little girl. My mother said that it’s impolite to call me that." The little boy’s face became even more disdainful.

He mocked, "You are small, still listen to whatever your Mommy told you. Little girl."

"You, you are rude," Emily said angrily.

The boy turned to look at her.

He asked, "Are you from the Anderson family?"

Emily thought for a moment and felt that she was only temporarily living here. She could not be considered as a member of the Anderson family. Her family name was not Anderson.

She shook her head and said, "I’m not. My mother will pick me up in a few days." The boy smiled again.

"Well, I am busy today. I will come here to play with you tomorrow. Remember to come here at 10 o’clock in the morning."

To play with her was to pay for her service for picking the ball for him. Emily frowned. What time was ten o’clock?

Before she could ask the question, the boy had already gone through the fence and ran.

When the maid came over and saw the two big black marks on Emily’s face, she was shocked.

"Emily, did you get hurt? What happened to your face?"

The servant was scared to tears.

If the clothes were dirty, they could be washed and changed. However, there was a red mark on her face. What should she do?

How was she going to explain it to Ms. Hilla? She was going to be scolded to death.

Emily looked at the panicking maid in front of her and did not understand.

What happened to her face? Wasn’t it pretty?

Far City, the Jorgansen Family!

There was a bedside lamp in the room. A man leaned against the headboard, his scattered hair covering his brows. He looked ruthless and indifferent.

A woman’s voice came from the balcony beside him, "What? She’s pregnant?"

Marcos frowned slightly. Before Sophie came in, he instantly regained his calm.

The air outside was a little cold. Sophie held a glass of wine in her hand.

Her face was extremely gloomy. She walked to the bedside table and put down the glass heavily. The wine split and left a few red marks on the table.

She glanced at Marcos and said coldly, "Julian’s wife is pregnant."

"If she gives birth to a son, the boy would be the true heir of the Jorgansen family."

With Brittany’s characteristics, she had no reason to refuse this. After all, Margaret is from the Anderson family.

Margaret’s child was definitely the rightful heir of the Jorgansen family.

Marcos responded faintly with "Um" and continued looking at the tablet in his hand.

There was no expression on his face.

It seemed that this had nothing to do with him. Sophie gritted her teeth, "This child must not be born."

Although Julian was currently in charge of the Jorgansen Group, he came into power only recently. The seniors wouldn’t be convinced.

As long as there was a chance, Sophie wanted to take Julian’s place.

She would find a chance and take control of the Jorgansen Group.

The Nash family worked so hard to marry her into the Jorgansen family, but she couldn’t, couldn’t just live a simple life with the man beside her, like a coward without getting anything at all.

Sophie looked at the indifferent Marcos and sneered, "What do you mean? Are you really not interested in the Jorgansen Group?"

Marcos said softly, "Whether you are interested or not, Brittany will not hand over the Jorgansen Group to me."

After the man finished speaking, he put down the tablet in his hand and finally looked at the woman beside him.

However, there was no trace of love or tenderness in that pair of cold eyes.

After he knew Sophie’s background, there had been no love between them.

Sophie was infuriated by his attitude.

However, she said nothing in front of Marcos.

She muttered, "If Julian has a son, the Jorgansen family will be completely changed."

The man’s lips curved into a faint smile. He said, "How do you know that is a boy?"

Sophie was stunned. She looked at Marcos carefully.

She had never really understood the man in front of her. Simply put, she did not know this man at all.

Marcos leaned back against the headboard, putting down the things in his hand.

As if he didn’t see the surprise in the woman’s eyes, Marcos casually said, "It’s too late. I’m tired."

After that, Marcos turned off the bedside lamp and lay quietly in the quilt.

In the black room, Sophie looked at the man unscrupulously.

Only at this time, when there was no light, could she look at him in this way. What the hell did he mean?

She had married into the Jorgansen family for so many years and she slept by his side every night.

However, Sophie didn’t understand him at all.

The Jorgansen family, which was wrapped in darkness, began to fall silent.

After the night, bright sun lighted up the hundred-year-old mansion.

The moment the first ray of sunlight appeared, the entire Jorgansen family seemed to have received the message.

Julian’s wife is pregnant!