Emily Thompson woke up from a dream filled with longing, where a little girl of five or six was holding a life-sized doll, crying out for her "William brother..."
As consciousness gradually returned, she found the same-sized doll from her dream beside her, and next to her lay her William brother.
The darkness was the best camouflage, allowing one to release emotions that couldnt be vented during the day without any restraint. Emily looked at William Parkers sleeping face with a lingering affection and silently counted the days in her heart.
Time was running out...
Early in the morning, William woke up first, as he had done for the past three years, prepared breakfast, and then went upstairs to wake Emily up.
After washing up, Emily went downstairs to breakfast with her doll in her arms.
She placed the doll neatly on the seat, and William looked at her with a deep gaze and said, "Emily, cant you just throw this doll away?"
Emily looked up at William after hearing this, thought for a moment, and then said, "No, my doll must be with me."
William, looking at her matter-of-factly, couldnt help but raise his voice: "Emily Thompson, do you have to be such a freak, hugging your doll every day?"
This doll was a gift from Emilys mother when she was ten years old, and it was the last gift her mother left her. William could understand Emilys attachment to her mother, but why did she have to be a freak in everyone elses eyes?
Holding the doll all the time, as if it were her life, and not even letting him touch it!
Sometimes William couldnt help but think, Emily said she liked him, loved him, but in her heart, he couldnt even compare to that doll, could he?
Hearing Williams angry voice, Emily first looked at the doll, then lowered her head with an ambiguous smile on the corner of her mouth, and didnt speak anymore.
William snorted and left for the company. This incident was a fuse, something both of them couldnt avoid.
After William left, Emily went back to the Thompson Family Estate with her doll.
Richard Thompson looked at Emily with a flat gaze: "Is it time?"
Emilys expression was indifferent, and she nodded: "Its time."
Richards somewhat turbid eyes showed helplessness: "Its all fate!"
Emily didnt reply to him, only whispered: "Youll fly to the United States in three days, and Ill handle everything here."
Richard looked at his daughter, who was outstanding in appearance, and couldnt help but ask, since he knew that person had ulterior motives, why did he always indulge him?
Was it just because of the word "love"?
Forget it... As long as his daughter is happy, what cant be given up?
Three days later, Richard stepped onto foreign land, and Emily finally waited for that person at home, only now his identity was no longer the general manager of Thompson Enterprises, but the rightful helmsman of Thompson.
When William saw Emily, he thought she would cry and make a scene, but she just looked at him with that doll in her arms, as if she had seen through everything.
What he took out was a divorce agreement: "Its come to this, just sign it."