"Emily ... Do you know him?"
In the ward, a television was broadcasting the news of Vincent's death in a car accident. Emily who was preparing to leave the hospital stood in front of the TV and looked at the photo of him blankly. The man in the photo had a pair of cold eyes. His raised eyebrows and narrowed keen eyes gave him a hint of sharpness. He had a nose with a high bridge, thin lips, and indifferent facial features, which made him cold-hearted.
Emily shook her head. "No, I don't."
"Alright, let's go home then." Donna patted her head.
"Okay." Emily held her hand and asked fawningly, "Mom, after we go home, don't quarrel with Dad, okay?"
Donna stiffened. When she turned back, her eyes were red. She held back her tears and nodded at Emily. "Alright, we won't quarrel any more. I promise you."
Emily smiled sweetly. When she walked out of the ward and saw a group of strangers standing outside, she hid behind Donna somewhat fearfully.