I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

2 points in the early hours.

Standing outside the waiting room of the private hospital, Emma looked sadly through the glass and looked at the scenery outside the window. A cold snap suddenly blew through the brightly lit joints.

It's a nightmare.

"Emma." Adrienne walked behind Emma in a short brown trench coat.

"What else do you want to do?" Emma asked in a cold tone.

"Listen, I didn't expect things to get to this point, completely out of control. I never wanted anything like this to happen. I'm sorry."

Don't know if she's lying, but Emma doesn't care that "there's nothing to talk about between the two of us."

"I've already apologized, but don't even think about scolding me."

"Tap, tap" Someone walked into the waiting room with heavy and hurried footsteps, and everyone turned their heads.

"Dad." The most irrelevant, and Corlydia, who was in the mood to blow gum, waved.

After Winston came in, he didn't ask if Christan was safe, or how his son would react in the future, but asked.

"Who found him."

"It's me." Emma felt that Winston's tone was wrong.

"You called the ambulance"

"still me."

"Then why don't you just have a phone call with the talk show host?" Winston sneered.

Someone pushed the door open, interrupting the conversation between the two, and the attending physician came in. "Mr., Mrs. Frost, your son's condition has stabilized, but..."

Winston interrupted the attending physician. "I want to speak to the Director, now."

"First things first, sir"

"It's important to leave it alone, idiot." Winston saw that the attending physician was seriously intolerable and sneered, "What, are you going to tell my son that he has suffered a large area of ​​brain damage?"

He should have known the risk when he put his head in the noose, and he made a choice, a cowardly, uninteresting choice, but a choice nonetheless.

But my overzealous daughter screwed everything up and made it public. Now you know my predicament.

Stop talking nonsense, call your boss and let us fix it before it appears on the headlines of tomorrow's newspaper."

"Maybe we should go see Christian, dear." Hazel couldn't bear Winston's cold attitude of ignoring his son's life for his company and his money, so she took the initiative to speak out.

"I said no, my dear." Winston cast a sidelong glance at Hazel.

"Asshole, Christian did this all because of you. It's all your fault. It's your fault that you caused him to commit suicide. But you don't even have any regrets now.

I hate you"

Emma gritted her teeth and vented her dissatisfaction with Winston without any scruples.

Winston gave Emma a cold look, ignored her, and turned to leave.

"I said, call your dean, don't ask me to repeat it."

The next day, noon.

Because of Christian's psychological problems after suicide, Emma stopped school classes.

In order to tell everyone that his son is fine, Winston took the initiative to hold a banquet in the manor.

Today, many people will come to the manor to decorate.

"Mrs. Frost, this classical style Roesler grand piano will perfectly make your living room have a classical art atmosphere, European style, trust me, I will make it the most suitable atmosphere for parties."

Emma turned around and found that there was nothing she could do, so she spread her hands helplessly and turned to go back to the bedroom.

As soon as they left, Adrienne chased after her, "What are you doing, Emma, ​​why are you so interested in this cocktail party all of a sudden?"

"You really want to know the answer to this question, Adrienne?" Emma suddenly stopped, "Maybe you are wondering whether she did this to regain her father's trust.

But am I staying here because of this, but that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

The corner of Emma's mouth curled up, she was frightened.

Adrienne was afraid that she would replace him and become the heir to the company.

"Yes," Adrienne admitted simply, leaning against the wall.

"I redeemed my mistakes, but unlike some people, it's not too late for me to repair those damaged relationships. Don't be jealous of me because I have a good relationship with Dad, Emma."

"You are different. You are trying to prove your loyalty now. It is too late. Think about it. If you continue to resist and oppose every absolute thing he does, I don't think you will ever get a similar opportunity."

Does every decision he makes mean that he has wasted his youth? Does it mean that he reported Kristan and almost killed Kristan? Emma's inner rebelliousness was easily evoked in her heart

"Don't you have it too? I don't want to try my best to please him. I just want to help a bunch of mothers."

"You'd better know that Mom really doesn't need other people to help." Adrienne relaxed.

"what do you mean"

"I mean, have you seen the cabinet where mom keeps her medicine?"

I shouldn't have believed her, there was always some trap in her words.

Obviously thinking this way, Emma still came to the cabinet where Heizier put the medicine. She felt like a thief, so she looked around vigilantly, and opened the cabinet after making sure that there was no one there.

The full amount of psychotropic drugs reminded Emma of her mother's recent mental state.

Not quite right

Something is not quite right.

Things aren't quite right at home lately.

Too many things have happened, and too many subjective wishes have affected Emma's judgment. She needs someone who can discuss with herself.

With this in mind, Emma came to Christan's room, opened the door and entered.

"You~ good~ ah"

Seeing someone coming in, Christan greeted with a smile, but his eyes were loose and his tone was ecstatic.

"Kristan, what's wrong with you?" Emma ran over in a hurry and asked.

"I'm~very~good~ah~, why do you ask that?" Christian swayed.

"Because you speak so strangely that you can't even walk steadily."

"You always like to teach others so much, well, you won, I confess." Christan opened his own drawer, revealing the needle tube and white powder inside.

No, Emma screamed in her heart, no, he shouldn't be like this, he can't be like this

"Come on, Emma, ​​don't look at me like this, as if I've made some terrible mistake. Huh?" Christian slipped and fell back on the bed.

"Hey, I'm flying, in the sky, on the grassland, in paintings, I'm in a book, I'm in a novel, Emma."

In the end, Christian was overwhelmed and was crushed by Winston's arbitrary actions.

Emma shed tears in the corners of her eyes.