Emily was still sitting at a table below the stage. The employees around her were gossiping in front of her. After all, a seven-year-old child could not understand what they were talking about.
Thus, Emily heard so many voices.
"Shit! Is the Britt Group going down?"
"Did you see the expression on the CFO's face just now? I feel that something is wrong."
"Big news! There's a fight outside! Guess who it is."
"Who? Could it be the boss?"
"No, no, no, it's not the boss. It's his wife!"
"Holy shit! What's going on?"
"I don't know the details, but Mr. Eliot just pulled Mrs. Britt out, but I heard that she cheated on the boss, and her lover was also there..."
"Wow! Is it true? Holy shit! It's really big news!"
"There's more! I heard that the one who hit her was the wife of her lover!"
"Shit!"
"I heard..." The gossip lowered his voice so that Emily could not hear him clearly, but the others who heard him clearly gave strange cries.
"Oh my god! How is that possible? Is Elsie a bastard? They have deceived Mr. Maury for over 20 years!"
"Yes, poor Mr. Maury!"
"Then ... what about Mr. Eliot?"
"Oh lord, is Mr. Eliot..."
Emily drank a mouthful of the cold water in front of her. The cold water entered her throat, and she felt cold inside. Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side. It took the cup in front of her, poured out the water, and poured another cup of warm water for her.
"That one is cold. Drink something warm." The girl's voice was a little rough, not as gentle and pleasant as normal girls.
Emily heard the voice and turned her head to look over and found a girl sat beside her. She looked about the same age as Elsie, and her skin was tanned and very beautiful. Smiling, she had big eyes and a prominent nose.
Emily only felt that she looked familiar, but for a moment, she couldn't remember. She didn't answer.
When the girl beside Emily saw Emily lowing her head, she obviously misunderstood. She suddenly said, "Don't worry about what they said. If you don't want to stay here, I'll take you home."
Emily looked at her in doubt, as if she did not understand, but she did actually. She was just confused why the girl would help her.
The girl could see the confusion in Emily's eyes and scratched her forehead. She said somewhat embarrassedly, "Don't you remember me? I'm your cousin. Lynn. Lynn Britt."
Lynn?
Lynn!
Emily's eyes widened as she heard all sorts of voices in her mind.
"Elsie, come with me to your second uncle's home tomorrow."
"Why? I'm not going."
"Your cousin has passed away. Come with me to comfort him."
"Domestic violence. She was beaten to death by her husband."
"Dad, see? Lynn died so miserably. I don't want to be like her. I don't want to marry some scum, okay?"
"..."
Emily pulled herself from her memory and looked at the girl in front of her. In a cold-colored dress, the girl was very polite and allowed Emily to size her up. The girl smiled, "My sister came last year, but I came this year. It seems like we haven't seen each other in five or six years."
The relationship between Maury and his two brothers was not good. It was only in recent years that they began to have nice visits. Emily had indeed not seen this cousin for many years, but still remembered her name because it was the first time Emily had heard the word "domestic violence". She asked Eliot that night, "Eliot, what is domestic violence?"
And here was his answer.
"Domestic violence is something that only incompetent men would do," he said. "He vents all of his dissatisfaction with himself and society on his beloved family, because only family members will not resist him, not disobey him, not harm him, and will condone him, especially those who choose to endure domestic violence."
Emily sensed the warmth on her hand. It was Lynn reaching out to grab her hand and gestured to her. "I'll take you out to find your brother."
Emily was pulled out. The lights above her head shined on her shoulders. Occasionally, she would turn around and look at Emily with confirmation. Then, she smiled at Emily. A kind beam spread over her slightly tanned face.
As soon as they got out, they saw Eliot walking towards them with a cold face and heading for the other side of the corridor. Lynn shouted, "Eliot!"
Eliot didn't recognize her and kept walking.
Lynn scratched her forehead awkwardly, then turned her head to look at Emil. "Shall I take you there or...?"
Emily looked at her silently.
Lynn thought for a moment and said, "Forget it. I'll send you there. I'll come back when you are safe."
Emily suddenly remembered that the first time she saw Lynn, Lynn gave her a lollipop. On her slightly bronzed face was a warm and kind smile.
"Why aren't you talking? Are you afraid of me?" Lynn tilted her head and asked, "But you're getting more beautiful. You look like a porcelain doll. Do you know about porcelain dolls?"
Emily blinked and didn't know how to answer.
Lynn suddenly smiled and said, "Your skin is so fair. I really want to touch it ... I'm afraid that if I touch your face, I will leave a stain on it."
Emily said, "..."
Eliot walked to the door of a lounge and was about to enter when someone quietly opened a lounge next door. Inside, Elsie carefully poked out a head.
Elsie walked out guiltily when she saw Eliot standing in front of her. She looked left and right before asking, "Eliot, where's mom?"
She was always like this, hiding behind after fighting.
Even if Beverly fought for Elsie, Eliot had no doubt that Elsie would hide far away and even despise her mother for acting like a shrew.
He didn't have time to pay attention to her. He walked to the lounge where Harold was waiting, then opened the door and walked in.
Elsie made a grimace at his back.
When she turned around, she saw Lynn walking over with Emily hand in hand and shot a disdainful look at Lynn. She even pinched her nose and took a step back, as if she had smelled something bad. "What are you doing here?"
Lynn knew that Elsie didn't like Emily, so she didn't entrust Emily to Elsie. She could only look at the direction behind her and smiled kindly, "I'm looking for Eliot."
"Why are you looking for my brother?" Elsie looked at her impatiently. Suddenly, she smiled mockingly, "What, are you trying to sell him pickled vegetables?"