Chapter 105
First, she could have one less child to take care of, and second, Aiden would be safer staying at the Brown Mansion than remaining by her side.
But she still couldn't bear to let him go.
Especially now that she suspected Aiden might be her eldest son.
Emily took a deep breath and nodded at Aiden.
"If you want to go back and see your grandparents, that's fine. I really can't give you much attention right now."
She made her words very clear, determined not to let Aiden read too much into it.
"Aunt Emily!" Aiden nodded hard, then suddenly rushed into her arms, his little hands clutching tightly around her neck. "I'll definitely miss you."
"I'll miss you too. Whenever you want to come back, you can come back anytime. This will always be your home." Emily buried her head in the crook of his neck, her mind relaxing for a rare moment.
After making the decision to leave, Aiden packed his little backpack under the reluctant gazes of Emily and her three children.
But when he stood at the door with his backpack on, Emily still couldn't help grabbing his hand. "Aiden, you must take good care of yourself."
Once the words of concern left her mouth, it was like opening floodgates—Emily went on and on for quite a while.
It wasn't until she realized it was getting late and the people sent by the Brown family were already waiting downstairs that she reluctantly accompanied Aiden down.
Just as he was about to get in the car, Aiden suddenly turned around and hugged her legs tightly.
Emily's heart ached. She bent down and hugged him back hard.
"This will always be your home. Whenever you want to come back, you can come back anytime." Emily said softly, hoping to give him a bit more sense of security.
She knew Aiden had always been a child lacking in security.
"I'm sorry." Aiden's voice was muffled, with a hint of hoarseness and tears.
"Silly child, what are you sorry for? You've never done anything wrong. On the contrary, your presence has already made me very happy." Emily let go of him and saw tears already clinging to the corners of Aiden's eyes.
She gently wiped away the moisture, comforting him in a low voice.
They exchanged a few more words of goodbye, but no matter how many goodbyes there are, they must eventually end.
Finally, Aiden got in the car.
Watching the Brown family's car speed away before her eyes, Emily couldn't help covering her mouth as the tears she'd been holding back for so long finally fell.
The moment Aiden said "I'm sorry," Emily had already guessed that he might have overheard her conversation with Rodolfo.
And because of this, she felt even more heartbroken by Aiden's understanding nature.
The car had long since disappeared, but Emily stood downstairs for a long time before slowly turning to leave.
She walked into the elevator and pressed the floor button.
Watching the numbers on the display jump up floor by floor, Emily's thoughts drifted further and further away.
At this moment, images of Aiden and William alternated in her mind.
Perhaps out of heartache and soft feelings for Aiden, Emily couldn't help but wonder.
Maybe William wasn't answering her calls because he was really tied up with something, and not deliberately ignoring her?
Just like Rodolfo said, he wasn't that kind of person.
This question remained buried in her heart, lingering for a long time.
Meanwhile, William was still unconscious, with his subordinates busy treating his wounds.
"How's Mr. Brown's wound treatment going?" The assistant walked up to the private doctor and asked in a low voice.
"Mr. Brown's condition isn't looking good right now. He's still unconscious—we'll see if he can make it through tonight." The doctor used forceps to remove the blood-soaked gauze, took off his gloves, and handed the remaining suturing work to another doctor.
"He definitely can." The assistant looked at the unconscious William and nodded firmly.
He absolutely refused to believe that William would go down so easily.
He had already dealt with that traitor, who was still being watched in the dungeon.
If it weren't for the mole inside, William wouldn't have been injured so badly.
If William wakes up, that's good, but if he doesn't wake up...
A flash of sharp light passed through his eyes.
"Take good care of Mr. Brown. It's best if nothing happens to him."
"Yes, the wounds have been mostly treated."
The doctor spread his hands helplessly. "Mr. Brown's injuries might be better treated at a hospital."
"But we can't go there now." The assistant looked at him deeply, a hint of fatigue flashing in his eyes.
William's wounds clearly looked abnormal. If they went to the hospital and the hospital reported it to the police, their organization would be exposed.
And William wasn't dead yet!
Such a big matter—without William's consent, he didn't dare make decisions on his own.
Even if it was really to save William.
"There's no point talking about this now. We've done our best to treat all the wounds that needed treating. As long as Mr. Brown has a strong will, he should be able to pull through." The doctor rubbed his furrowed brow, his expression full of exhaustion.
If it weren't for the chaos caused by that traitor, they wouldn't have been dragged out of bed in the middle of the night to work overtime.
Right now, they were all pretty resentful.
But they also knew very clearly that keeping William alive was the priority right now.
If they couldn't save William's life, these small fries would probably face a major upheaval too.
The assistant nodded. "You all stay here tonight and report to me immediately if there are any problems."
He still had to interrogate that traitor so William could know the truth when he woke up.
Watching him leave, the doctors each found a spot and sat down directly, some even sitting on the floor, but every pair of eyes was fixed on William.
That night, the doctors didn't have a peaceful time.
Perhaps due to instinct, even though William was still unconscious, his body would have some slight twitching reactions.
And such small movements were enough to make them anxious, not daring to close their eyes carelessly.
After staying up all night like this, the doctors were all rather drained.
But seeing new movement from William's direction, they all forced themselves to perk up, their gazes fixed tightly on William.
"Emily..."
In his unconscious state, William unconsciously murmured Emily's name.
Perhaps he dreamed of something, or perhaps he sensed something—William suddenly opened his eyes, both pupils filled with coldness.
"Emily, I'm coming!" He suddenly sat up from the bed, instantly pulling at his wound.
William couldn't help but hiss softly. Turning his head, he saw several doctors staring at him without blinking.
Being stared at by several grown men like this, William fell silent for a moment, his expression immediately turning somewhat unpleasant.
The doctors snapped back to reality and quickly looked away. Only the most skilled doctor, the one William trusted most, stepped forward and approached William to ask, "Mr. Brown, how are you feeling now?"
"Fine." William was brief and to the point. He turned to look at the sky outside, and his heart immediately sank. "What time is it now?"