Emily was slack-jawed and did not make a sound for a long time.
I'm sorry for you loss? I'm sorry, I don't know that?
She didn't know what to say. She just instinctively went forward to hug Vincent. She didn't know why it was the same time when Mr. Vincent had the accident.
Was it a coincidence?
No, there was no such coincidence.
Emily's mind was in a mess. She couldn't help but hug the person in front of her tightly as if he would disappear in the next second.
"My body is cold." Vincent raised Emily's face with his index finger and pinched her cheek. "Go to the study and wait for me there."
His fingertip was cold, and he walked straight forward after saying this.
Emily read books in his study and then looked at his bookshelves. Normally, she seldom paid attention to the books on the bookshelves when she came in. This time, because she was not in the mood to read, she casually scanned them. She saw a row of sketch books at a glance.
