After Having a Dream, I Became Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child-Chapter 357 - 349: Emily Parker’s Dream

After that night, Emily Parker seemed to have vanished into thin air, completely disappearing from everyone’s sight. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Mrs. Carter was unwilling to accept this, and immediately went to Evelyn Hanson.

"Evelyn, you must know where Emily is, don’t you? Tell her, whatever it is, we can talk it out, the Carter Family won’t mistreat her."

There was a faint, almost imperceptible plea in Mrs. Carter’s tone.

Evelyn lifted her eyes, her gaze sweeping over her indifferently: "Mrs. Carter, is there any point in saying these things now? Aren’t you aware of how Carlos treated Emily? He broke her heart, and now that she’s gone, you want to find her again? There’s no such easy thing in this world."

"Yes, it was the Carter Family that wronged her, it was my fault for not raising my son correctly..." Mrs. Carter’s voice lowered, tinged with guilt. "I beg you, give our family a chance to make amends?"

Little Eve also needs her mom."

"Amends?" Evelyn let out a cold laugh, "Emily has never wanted any amends from the Carter Family. She just wanted a home.

It was Carlos who repeatedly forced her into desperate situations.

Now she’s left, not wanting anything to do with the Carter Family, that’s her choice, don’t force it anymore."

Evelyn’s stance was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

Mrs. Carter hit a wall but still wouldn’t give up. She then went to Senior Sister Long and finally even to Master Lowe.

Yet the answers she got were all the same—Emily had already gone abroad, and was adamant that she never wanted to have any ties with the Carter Family again.

Faced with this outcome, Carlos remained silent, did not question, nor showed any disturbance, as if Emily’s departure was merely a breeze sweeping over the lake, causing brief ripples before returning to calm.

On the other hand, Mrs. Carter proposed divorce to Evan Palmer.

She was completely disheartened by this already estranged marriage.

But Evan suddenly changed his mind and stubbornly refused to relent, dragging the divorce on and on, unexpectedly, for five years.

Five years later, in the dead of night, Emily suddenly sat up from her bed, her chest heaving violently, cold sweat sliding down her forehead, soaking the strands of hair at her temples.

The scenes from the dream still swirled before her eyes—

A little girl surrounded by several masked people, wearing a pink princess dress, her pale face shining with the same porcelain-like glow as her son Aaron’s, long lashes similar to Aaron’s were now covered in tears, her tiny nose sniffled, the pinkish lips slightly swollen from crying.

She clearly resembled Aaron seven or eight parts, just with some more stubbornness between her brows.

That was her daughter, Little Eve.

"Mom! Mom, save me!" Little Eve’s cries were heart-wrenching, her small body struggled desperately yet was roughly held by the kidnapper.

"Shout, shout as much as you can!" The leader of the kidnappers laughed sinisterly, hauling her toward the van, "Your mom doesn’t want you anymore, who would come to save an unwanted little brat like you?"

"I have a mom! My mom will come!" Little Eve cried, but her voice grew weaker as she was forcibly stuffed into the dark compartment.

"Mom?"

A soft child’s voice sounded by the bed, carrying a hint of sleepy confusion.

Emily turned her head and saw her son Aaron clawing onto the bed’s edge, his small body wrapped in loose pajamas, resembling a frightened little beast.

The little one seemed about four or five years old, his skin as white as fine porcelain, cheeks flushed with healthy pink, long lashes still hanging with tear-like droplets, a small nose bridge, rosy lips, unmistakably a delicate and cute little boy.

Little Eve was born prematurely at seven months, often frailer than children her age, speaking softly with a hint of timidity.

"Aaron, why are you awake?" Emily held back the lump in her throat, reaching to pull him into her embrace, the warmth from the child’s back finally bringing some calmness to her heart.

Aaron reached out his small hand, the chubby fingertips lightly wiping over her forehead, with a voice filled with concern: "Mom, you were yelling loudly just now, did you have a nightmare?"

His small hand gently pattered on her back, just like how she’d comfort him on normal days, "Aaron isn’t afraid of the dark, Mom shouldn’t be either."

Emily’s nose tingled, holding him tighter. Throughout these five years, she’s depended on Aaron in a foreign land, the child being her only soft spot and motivation to keep going.

She had done everything she could to nurse his health, and though his complexion had improved significantly, he was still missing that final breath—the legend of Zylos spoke of a miraculous ancient formula that could cure his congenital deficiency.

But for this, she would have to return to Zylos.

The land that gave birth to and raised her.

"Mom’s okay," she kissed her son’s soft hair, speaking in an extremely gentle voice, "it was just a bad dream."

Aaron blinked his clear eyes, his small hands holding her face seriously: "Mom said once, nightmares don’t matter once you wake up. Can Aaron sleep with Mom, okay?"

Looking at her son’s earnest little face, Emily’s heart felt like it was soaked in warm water, tender and soft.

Yet Little Eve’s desperate gaze in the dream surfaced again, a growing unease like vines running wild.

Eve was her daughter, even though she hadn’t seen her in five years, the connection through blood had never severed.

Despite hardening her heart to leave her daughter with the Carter Family back then, throughout these five years, Emily had never truly let go of Eve.

She entrusted Evelyn and others secretly to watch over the child’s every move.

Every few days, updates and photos about Eve would arrive punctually.

From the time she toddled unsteadily toward toys to incoherently calling "Daddy" "Grandma" while learning to speak.

From the little one carrying a backpack with excitement into kindergarten for the first time to drawing naive strokes depicting family on paper... she stored each little fragment of growth into her phone.

Relentlessly flipping them at night, her fingers would graze over the photos where her daughter’s and Aaron’s identical brows and eyes forced her nose to sting.

She lightly caressed Aaron’s hair, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Perhaps it’s time to return. For Aaron’s illness and to see for herself that Eve is fine.

Once this thought rooted, it could no longer be suppressed. Emily took a deep breath and planted a kiss on her son’s forehead: "Alright, Aaron will sleep with Mom. When the sun rises, Mom will take you to a place."

Aaron nodded with understanding, his small head burrowing into her embrace, quickly falling asleep amid even breaths.

Emily, however, lay wide-eyed, staring at the ceiling, until the sky turned light, the hesitation in her eyes gradually replaced by resolve.

Return home, find the ancient formula that could heal her son, see her daughter.

Even if it’s just a distant glance, it would be enough for her.