I don't know how long she slept, but she was awakened by a gentle push.
Opening her eyes, there was still darkness in front of her. She habitually rubbed her eyes, and Oliver Aitken's voice came from her ear: "Emily, Uncle Maclean is here. Say hello to Uncle Maclean."
"Uncle Maclean is good." Emily Aitken looked straight ahead, but the Uncle Maclean was not standing there.
Instead, he was sitting on the sofa on the side of the living room.
"Oliver, who is your daughter?" Uncle Maclean asked suspiciously.
Oliver Aitken grinned bitterly at the corner of his mouth: "Something has happened, and now the eyes can't see things, but I believe that with the modern level of treatment, there must be a way to make my daughter see the light again. Even if it doesn't work now, with technology There is also the development of medical standards, which can also be achieved in the near future."
Emily Aitken curled her lips and said to her heart that you are not in disguise, saying that you don't want to find a doctor for me. Two years later, it sounds better than singing.
Uncle Maclean glanced at Emily Aitken: "It's really a pity, your daughter is still so young."
Oliver Aitken coughed slightly, obviously not willing to continue on this topic: "We are old friends reunited today, so let's not talk about this."
　　 Uncle Maclean shook his head: "Oliver Aitken, you have misunderstood what I mean. I don’t want to expose your daughter’s scars, but I spent a few years in Italy, and have had several well-known ophthalmologists there. Some communication, maybe I can help ask, what if there is a way to cure your daughter's illness?"
"Really?" Oliver Aitken's eyes lit up and asked in a somewhat excited tone.
"Of course, but I must first understand in detail what is going on with your daughter's eyes. In this case, when I contact the U.S. side, I can also describe as much as possible so that the doctors over there will have a good idea. "Uncle Maclean said.
"Just ask, as long as there is a chance, my daughter's illness is the only thing I can do. Let alone ask, I'm willing to pay as much as I can!" Oliver Aitken slapped the table and said loudly.
To be honest, Emily Aitken didn't have much hope for her eyes to be cured, because if it can be cured, then there are no blind people in this world who will be cured directly.
So she seemed very calm, and even a little listless when answering questions raised by Uncle Maclean.
Uncle Maclean seems to have seen Emily Aitken’s mind and enlightened: "Emily, in fact, this blindness can be divided into many situations, and some can be cured, so you don’t need to be so unconfident and want to cure it. Good eyes, first of all, the most important point is to maintain a good attitude."
This was very kind, and Emily Aitken could only work silently, and when he answered the question later, he was somewhat attentive.
Just listen to Uncle Maclean asking: "Do you look at things now, is it dark, or what?"
Emily Aitken said: "Occasionally, I can faintly feel a little light, but very rarely."
Uncle Maclean smiled: "Then can you try to write your name on the paper?"
Emily Aitken was shocked: "Why?"
"You write your own name the most. You write your own name under current circumstances. It must be different from before. I can take a picture of your own name and send it to the United States. Let the other party analyze and analyze, you can also get more information.” Uncle Maclean explained.
Oliver Aitken said, "I'll find paper and pen."
After a while, she found paper and pen, and Emily Aitken suddenly asked, "How about writing with water?"
In this era, it’s rare to have pens at home. Of course, Emily Aitken has a pen at home, but she feels that her father finds a pen too quickly, and she believes in Uncle Maclean’s words completely. This makes her feel good. suspicion.
Uncle Maclean said: "Uh, this is Ms. Aitken. If you write with water, there will be no reference to the previous handwriting. It is not easy to compare, so it is better to write with a pen."
At this time, Oliver Aitken also persuaded: "My dear daughter, write one. Uncle Maclean is a good friend of mine, and he is right!"
Emily Aitken thought to herself, because it is your good friend, it is the least credible!
"Well, that dad waited for me to go to the bathroom, and he didn't touch the pen and paper since he was blind. I'm still a little nervous." She deliberately bit the word "dad" very kindly.
Oliver Aitken was afraid that the flaws would be exposed again, and beckoned to Sister Wang: "Help the eldest lady."
When she came to the toilet, Emily Aitken locked the door vigilantly. She took out her mobile phone from her pocket and made a call to Amy Campbell. After the other party picked up, she hung up the phone and fumbled and sent her a text message.
After doing all of this, she slowly felt the pump, and the sound of clattering came and went quickly.
Back on the sofa again, Emily Aitken looked very calm. She fumbled for the cup and sipped a cup of tea, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. She did not speak and did not sign according to Oliver Aitken's ideas.
Amy Campbell saw the text message and grabbed his jacket and ran over.
The Aitken 's doorbell rang, and Sister Bruce went to open the door. Before she could see the person, the person rushed into the living room with a gust of wind.
She grabbed the documents on the coffee table, only glanced at it, and took a breath: "Share transfer book!"
Oliver didn't expect her to be so vigilant. It would feel uncomfortable to be pierced in person, but he didn't care about it. He couldn't sleep all night at the thought of giving Emily Aitken this white-eyed wolf millions of dollars every year.
Oliver Aitken is not afraid of boiling water. He waved his hand, and everyone left the living room wittily. There were only three people left in the huge hall. He stopped pretending, tearing off his disguise, and asked directly: "Do you sign or not? Just sign it to make you look good?"
Apart from knowing that Emily Aitken was slightly uncomfortable at the first moment, she knew Oliver Aitken too much. After learning the truth, she breathed a sigh of relief and quickly adjusted her mentality, with a sneer on her mouth: " Good-looking? I think I am already good-looking!"
　　"Don't talk about those useless. A blind man was kicked out by George Smith again. If you know him, sign it quickly. Seeing that you keep my blood, I can raise you for a few years!" Oliver Aitken yelled, completely done by bandits. send.
He also made up his mind that it would be impossible for Emily Aitken to walk out of Aitken 's house without the signature.
Emily Aitken sneered all the time. Although she was blind, the piercing eyes were still there, and Oliver Aitken was still looking at her uncomfortable.
"Are you still worthy of being a human being? She's your daughter, are you doing this to her?" Amy Campbell's clenched fist was ready to go.
Oliver Aitken did not answer her words, and then picked up the file from the table, held the pen in the other hand, and yelled, "Sign!"
The stick in Emily Aitken's hand rang, she took two steps back and winked at Amy Campbell. The two were in a tacit understanding, and she instantly understood Emily Aitken's thoughts.
Taking a step forward, he grabbed Oliver Aitken's wrist in a thunderous manner, then twisted his side, and put the man's fat arm behind him. Before he could react, Amy Campbell dragged his other hand behind him. live.
He twisted, but he was middle-aged, and his comfortable life made him blessed. Every day, he looked sick and with a kidney deficiency. People who walked two steps would babble, let alone how vigorous they are.
Amy Campbell just squeezed the bones of his wrist. Seeing that he still wanted to resist, the strength of his hands tightened again. Oliver Aitken pinched his hand bones to break. He couldn't help wailing, and once again placed hope on his daughter. .