Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 103

“Do you want me to install the system?” The robot asked.

“There’s a tracking device. Just send back the images,” Vincent said. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

The bed moved and the robot said, “Wait for me.”

After that, the 30 cm height robot passed the two of them and walked onto the bed. The robot squeezed into the thick bed-curtain. Emily caught sight of a long and thin back, which was followed by a flash of light from a computer.

There was a computer there.

Probably there was some kind of text-to-speech conversion system. He typed and the robot converted to voice.

A few minutes later, the robot walked out again. It even had a luggage bag with a raincoat and a charger inside. This robot acted differently from other large robots which moved in a clumsy and mechanical way. It did not look like a robot at all.

This robot was such a successful creation that it was eligible for a world record.

The robot put on its bag and walked ahead. Vincent stood up, took out a box of chocolates from his pocket and threw it on the carpet. “Let’s go.”

The door was closed again.

The person on the bed waited until there was no sound from the stairs before getting out of bed cautiously. He picked up the chocolate on the carpet, tore a little bit of the wrapping paper carefully, and took a bite.

The sweetness filled his mouth. A faint smile finally appeared on this young man’s pale cheeks.

When Emily followed Vincent to the car door, she turned around and looked at the garret. “Why didn’t he come out and talk to us?” Her voice was faint in the wind.

Vincent looked in the same direction as her and saw three carp windsocks flying by the garret. These carp windsocks were brought back by Trevor’s parents from Japan where they went to pray for him. The Peckers used to be atheists, but now they went around begging for gods and goddesses, praying that Trevor could go downstairs from the garret and contact with the outside world.

But … things went against their wishes.

“He doesn’t like communicating with others.”

Emily finally understood. She looked at the garret for the last time and got into the car with an inexplicable emotion.

Not everyone in this world could follow the path of a normal person.

But life went on. Even if the road ahead was bumpy and there was no end to it, what we could do was to move on.

The little robot sat in the middle of the backseat with its luggage on its back. It could stretch and retract its legs and could even fly. It was like a tourist, sitting freely beside Emily.

Vincent reached out and lifted it to the window. The little robot’s fingers immediately turned into a universal glue with strong adhesion, firmly stuck to the window.

Emily looked at it curiously. ‘Why did Vincent borrow it?’

Vincent glanced at her, then lifted the little robot with the luggage bag and dropped it onto her palm. “It has just recognized your voice. You can instruct it to run errands for you.”

Emily was somewhat surprised and then understood Vincent had borrowed this little robot for her.

The little robot stood up in her palm. It was ice-cold and weighty. It was the only companion of that person, and she had just taken it away.

Vincent had a rough idea of what she was thinking and said indifferently, “He hasn’t seen the scenery outside for a long time.”

Emily didn’t know whether Vincent was referring to the robot or the person in the garret. Judging from his tone of voice, he was most likely referring to the latter.

After dinner, the two entered the study.

One was dealing with the unfinished business of the company, the other was reviewing the key points for Senior Two she learned last night.

Rex sometimes played two roles, switching between being a middle school teacher and the special assistant to the president. Occasionally, because of not adjusting roles in time, he would put on a serious face to Vincent.

“…”

The little robot walked everywhere on the ground without turning when it reached the bookshelf. It directly walked up the bookshelf vertically from the ground. Everything it saw was sent to the garret- including the scene of Emily sitting on Vincent’s lap to learn investing in stocks after she finished her lesson.

Meanwhile, something happened in the garret.

Arabella broke into the garret with her high heels clicking on the floor. The little robot was not around. There were only sealed red roses left in the room and something hanging on the bed rail to ward off evil spirits.

She usually didn’t come here often. Sometimes she came in once a month and just looked at her twin brother through the bed-curtain without saying anything. When she left, she would take a bouquet of roses with her.

But today, as soon as she came in, she was aggressive. Just as she pushed open the door, she asked, “Vincent has been here?”

Without the little robot, Trevor was unable to speak. He only moved gently on the bed.

The whole family spent more than twenty years on Trevor, but he looked as if he was completely unaware. A snail would at least drew in its horns to react. But Trevor would not give any reaction to the outside world. He has been hiding in his own world.

Having endured for so many years, Arabella finally could not help but be furious at the one on the bed. “Speak! Are you mute?!”

Those carp windsocks flying by the garret seemed to have been shocked. All of them were suddenly deflated and became lifeless. The servants gathered downstairs and asked anxiously, “Miss Arabella, what happened?”

“Did you have a quarrel with Mr. Trevor?”

Arabella closed the door and shut out the chattering of the servants outside. She walked to the bedside step by step. Her high heels poked sharp and thin holes in the carpet. She drew back the bed-curtain. “Trevor! You know I like him! I’ve waited for him for so many years!”

The young man on the bed was suddenly exposed to the light. He was slender, wearing long sleeves blouse and long pants. The hat he wore had a long brim that shaded his eyes, making it impossible to see him clearly. What could be seen was only his thin and pale chin.

He looked sickly, as pale as a vampire. His daily life was only about the little robot and a computer. The last time Arabella saw him was four years ago when she went abroad. He asked the little robot to deliver red roses to her. She walked upstairs to the garret and looked at him through the door. At that time, he hid behind the door and peeked at her shoes and clothes, and asked the little robot to say to her, “Have a good journey.”

But now, he was laying on the bed, wrapping his arms around his knees. He kept silent in response to her yelling and screaming. The computer in front of him was flashing images.

Arabella suddenly collapsed to the ground helplessly. She covered her face with her hands. She was extremely sad. Tears flowed out from between her fingers. She sobbed like a wounded little beast. She whispered and sometimes roared, “Can’t you see?! Why would you do this to me too?! Why….”