Chapter 131: Chapter 131

Chapter 133 Questions from the past

Alex drove to a villa far from the city center and was stopped at the door by a security guard.

"Sir, this is a private villa. Please leave immediately. Besides, parking is not allowed here."

Alex looked at the serious attitude of the cleaner with amusement. He hurriedly took out his business card and gave it to the cleaner.

"I'm Alex Hargreaves, president of the Hargreaves Group and a friend of Mr. Peter. I want to see him"

The guard clearly saw the identity of Alex when they read the business card but still tried to remain calm. "I'm sorry, Mr. Peter is not here."

A loud voice sounded from behind the staff and a housekeeper came over anxiously. "Come on, open the door and let Mr. Hagreaves in."

The housekeeper bowed to Alex and scolded the guard. "Mr. Alex and Mr. Peter are old friends for more than ten years. Half of the villa belongs to Mr. Hagreaves. Although Mr. Peter is not here, he can still go in if he wants to." She looked at people with her eyes wide open to avoid being fired for no reason.

After he heard the news, the security guard was sweating in horror. He quickly bowed his head and apologized to Alex.

The housekeeper said, "Mr. Hargreaves, I'm really sorry! I am a new employee here. It is my fault, there are no clear instructions, please forgive me."

"All right, all right." Mr. Hargreaves stood idly by. You don't have to blame him. He did the right thing to keep strangers out. I don't blame him."

"Thank you, sir!" The butler wiped a cold sweat because he heard the heartless rumors of Hargreaves boss, which was very different from the rumors today.

Alex got out of the car, threw the key to the security guard and asked the housekeeper as he walked. "Where did Peter went?"

"There was an antique auction in City C. Mr. Peter left early in the morning." The housekeeper answered hurriedly, he did not dare to hide anything from Alex.

Alex was used to never seeing Peter. After all, he was always interested in strange things. 'Where there were rare treasures, there would be physical acquisitions.'

Besides, the purpose why Alex came here is not Peter.

"Where is she?" Although Alex did not give a name, the housekeeper immediately understood what he meant.

"She sat outside every day at the villa's backyard, which recently built a new swing." The housekeeper bowed his head and reported.

Alex went straight to the backyard and saw a long-haired person sat by the swing with straight legs and was weaving grass in her hand.

The housekeeper wanted to shout loudly, but Alex stopped him. He was silent, and then approached the person gently.

As soon as he approached, he heard a whisper coming from the person with the long hair. "I'm going to fly on a swing and fly very high. Today we are going to play on the swing, like."

Alex had no doubt that Emily's mental illness was not fake. It's been a year, Alex arranged people around her for round-the-clock surveillance without leaving any loopholes, which made him believe that Emily's mental illness was real.

Peter sent Emily to a mental hospital to see a doctor and the doctor gave the answer according to a large number of tests. Emily was not only afraid of human blood on her hands but was also under great psychological pressure every night. It was because she thought from the beginning that John was seriously injured, not dead. John's death had a huge impact on Emily's brain. She was delirious and began to act like a four-year-old child.

A year later, Emily's mind and consciousness were still not affected by time.

Alex thought of the doctor's words, he squatted, twirled in front of her with the grass and asked in a low voice. "Do you remember who I am?"

Emily was startled. She turned around and realized that Alex was behind her and she immediately burst out laughing. "Brother!"

He heard how she addressed him but he did not want to correct the mistake. On the contrary, he pretended to be happy. "Your brother will ask you a few questions today, okay? Mi Mi, be good and tell me what you remember, okay?"

Emily liked to be treated gently. She nodded and agreed. "OK, I will answer my brother's questions."

"Does Mi Mi remember the time when you were driving a black car?" He recorded all the expressions on her face and only saw her shake her head.

"I can't drive. Brother Peter never let me drive myself. He said, as long as you stay at home and don't go out to make trouble, i will take me out, so I did not dare to steal the car."

Her answer had nothing to do with what Alex knew but he still asked her patiently. "Yes, Mr. Peter is right. Mi Mi can't sneak out to play. But I want to ask Mi Mi, did you know how to drive before? Remember when we drove a black car?"

"Is it black?" Emily tilted her head and thought, her eyebrows became serious again and at last she pulled up the grass in her hand and hit it off. "Yes, yes!"

When he heard the positive answer, Alex seemed to see hope and continued to coax her. "Mi Mi, do you remember who gave you the car keys?"

Under her expectant eyes, she nodded and looked happy, her mouth bent into a smile. "The old man with white beard gave it to me."

The answer immediately dashed the new hopes ignited by Alex.

"What does the old man with white beard look like? Is it a man or a woman?" He didn't give up. He tried to ask again.

The response was only Emily's giggle. Her mind was less than five years old now and she was not even as good as Kitten.

Alex planned to leave but accidentally bumped into Mr. Peter at the door of the villa. When Peter saw him, Peter was not as happy as he expected. He asked, "Why are you here?"

"Don't you want welcome me?" Alex asked again, knowing why Peter refused to appear in the villa.

Peter raised his eyebrows, and the butler followed Alex. He then bowed his head and turned in respectfully.

"There you go again," Peter asked bluntly. "Do you still think she's an idiot? Don't the people you arranged in the villa keep reporting about her illness? How long are you going to doubt it? You suspect me of covering for her and deceiving you?"

Alex realized that Peter was nervous and impatient, Alex laughed secretly. "I really didn't expect you to fall in love with Emily so quickly? Why didn't you confess your love earlier? Why not come forward bravely and speak up as soon as possible? Do you want to wait until things can not be undone, to show that they are willing to protect each other?"

"You think I don't want to?" Peter punched Alex on the shoulder. "This is not the first time I have heard you be sarcastic. We have known each other for so many years. I know how much you like Emily at first. She also has feelings for you. I will only embarrass her."

Alex had no judgment on Peter's obscure love, but as he thought about Emily's current situation, he could not help saying a word of justice. "As a brother, my suggestion is thoughtful. Emily's problem may be forever. Are you sure you are willing to take care of an abnormal person?"

"I have already lived my life to the fullest. As long as she knows, she won't leave me. I don't have to worry that she will pounce on me like a match." Peter joked but he soon returned to the original topic. "Why are you here today?"

Alex told Peter that he came to ask a few questions.

"Is that okay?"

"As long as you don't cause trouble to Mi Mi, everything else will be very comfortable." Peter nodded and made his point.

Alex shook his head, his eyes full of disappointment. "She doesn't remember anything. Her brain is not like a child, she will only laugh at what you ask. Take care of that big and fat child, you work too hard."

Peter patted him on the shoulder, "Comforting you is also comforting myself. I volunteered. All right, cheer up. The last time you were here was last month. We had a few drinks. Don't leave in a hurry."

Alex was pulled back to the villa by Peter, and the words of refusal were overwhelmed by Peter's bluff. "Come on, come on! I'll tell you what treasure I found today."

The two did not realize that Emily walked from the backyard to the right side of the villa, and the vegetation was tightly wrapped around her wrist and it draw blood.

Emily's eyes clung to the two men's backs until they entered the villa.