Hello, Mr. Brent

Franklin sat on the sofa listening to his mother talking from the national righteousness to the spirit of rather die than surrender, from the rise and fall of the country to the prosperity and fading of the family.

Then she repeated Emily's words to him from the beginning to the end, pointing angrily at him and scolding, "You... You actually found a pregnant woman to deal with me. Do you think all children should be born with the surname Brent?"

Franklin's face was calm and indifferent, but when he heard that Emily wanted to marry him because of her mother's medical expenses, his face immediately turned gloomy.

He said coldly, "I don't have the ability to make all the children surnamed Brent."

"Then why did you find a pregnant woman?!"

"Because the baby in her belly should surname Brent.”

"Oh, who do you think I'm? Am I that stupid! You're my son and am I not knowing you? How could you be related to such a woman?" Mrs. Brent sneered.

"Don't you believe it? Then wait until the baby is born and let's do a paternity test to see if it's mine,” Franklin said slowly.

Mrs. Brent's face froze. She looked at him in a daze and asked, "This child... Is it really yours?"

"Do you think I'm an idiot who raises children for others?"

“But.”

"An accident.” Franklin looked at Emily and said coldly, "I was set up, and she was set up too. Then we got together by chance.”

Mrs. Brent's expression became complicated with all sorts of emotions. She could investigate the truth of the matter easily. If it was true...

She turned her head to look at Emily and then at her son, who was elegant and handsome, then she felt very grieved.

"Franklin, if you don't want to marry this kind of woman, you don't have to be responsible. At worst, you can give her some alimony when the child is born." Mrs. Brent said painfully.

Emily's face darkened, wondering what Mrs. Brent meant, "Does she think 1 am not worthy of her son? Is she kidding? If I was not in urgent for the money, I wouldn't want to marry him!" She thought.

"If you give me some money now, I don't have to get married,” Emily muttered.

Franklin's face turned even darker, "How can my son not have the identity and name that he shall have? You don't have to worry about this. You just attend it when I get married.”

"Come with me.” Franklin then walked to Emily and reached out to her coldly.

Emily glanced at Mrs. Brent, and the latter looked equally surprised. She couldn't help but put her hand on Franklin's hand. His face was so terrible. As soon as her hand was put on, Franklin held it and pulled her away.

"Are you a fool? You can follow whoever picks you up. If someone else sells you, do you still help them to count the money?"

As soon as he left the house, Franklin yelled at Emily.

Emily was so wronged that she lowered her head and whispered, "He said he was from the Brents. I thought it was you who asked him to pick me up."

"Remember from now on, I will definitely go to find you personally. Even if I don't go, I will let Jason go. I won't send those messy men to you."

"Is that... Really your mother?" Emily's gossipy heart was burning. She was really curious about this matter.

Franklin glared at her and asked bitterly and speechlessly, "Did you hear the key point?"

"Yes, yes, but is she really your mother? I've met Lucas’ mother before. She's not as young as your mother,” Emily whispered again.

Franklin's face darkened and glared angrily at her, then he got into the car.

Emily bit her finger. Did she say anything wrong?

But Mrs. Wright really looked older than Mrs. Brent, at least three or four years older. No matter how poorly she maintained, there was no reason for a mother to be younger than her daughter.

"Why are you still standing there? Get in the car! Do you want to run back on foot?" Franklin yelled at her.

Emily quickly opened the door and got in the car, but as soon as she got in the car, she remembered what he had done to her in the car. She blushed and her heart beat fast, leaning as far away from him as possible.

Franklin's mood worsened when he saw her hiding from him and he said with a gloomy face, "Why are you hiding so far away? Will I eat you?"

"You won't eat me, but you will do strange things to me,” Emily whispered.

Franklin," ..."

He couldn't help but think about what happened that day. His ears turned red, but he couldn't refute it.

"My mother said you married me because of your mother's medical expenses. Is that so?" Franklin coughed again and tried to ask in a calm tone.

God knew how angry he was now, and he wanted to strangle this woman.

In her eyes, was he just worth little medical expenses? Did she have a brain or not?

"I promise you, I will never pester you again.” Emily thought he didn't believe her and quickly raised her hand to swear.

Franklin was so angry that he even laughed. He looked at her and asked, "So, in your eyes, this is all that I worth?"

"Of course not. If you can help me cure my mother's illness, I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life. I know that you urgently need a wife to stabilize your position. I am willing to be this person. When your childhood sweetheart comes back, I will give up my position immediately.”

"Oh, who told you that I need a wife to secure my position, and who told you that I had a childhood sweetheart coming back?" Franklin was speechless.

"Isn't it?" Emily raised her eyebrows.

Franklin was so angry that he didn't want to talk to her. He took a deep breath and said coldly, "Since you are willing to sell yourself as a commodity, that's good. I also like to do business in order to avoid trouble in the future. I will ask Jason to draft a marriage agreement. If there is no problem, we will get married as soon as possible.”

"Okay, but can you pay me a medical bill first?" Emily asked

Franklin said, "You don’t have to worry about your mother. I'll arrange for a better sanatorium for her as soon as possible. Since she's my mother-in-law, every treatment she receives should be the best.”

Emily looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to do what he said so quickly. Her mother was soon transferred to the best sanatorium in Lancaster.

Apart from that, he also found her mother a doctor she had been looking for but could not afford.

Jason's marriage agreement was also drafted and it was sent to her to sign.

Looking at the terms, the corner of her mouth twitched and she asked Jason, "Where's Mr. Brent? I want to talk to him face to face.”

This was not a marriage agreement. This was basically a contract to sell herself and a contract to sell herself as a slave.

"Miss Johnson, I'll arrange it for you,” Jason said respectfully.

Soon, he arranged an appointment for Emily to meet Franklin.

Jason personally sent a car to send Emily over, but she didn't expect it to be a golf course. Franklin was playing golf with someone there.

As soon as Emily arrived, she was arranged by Jason to change into her jersey and she was brought to Franklin under the guidance of the caddie.