Chapter 9 Catching the Stars and the Sea for You

Since it was this agreement that held her here, then as long as she could find a way to cancel it, she would be free ever since? But what should she do?

"Hey, Judy."

Emma turned her head and saw that the maid who came out of Bob's room yesterday was heading in. The maid was young but had terribly sparse hair. Her hair was barely tied like a nun, her voice cold, "Mrs. Turner is expecting you."

Emma was taken by the maid to a tea room in the main building. Mrs. Turner was in an emerald dress, sitting there alone, and the matching ruby jewelry on her body was full of extravagance.

Compared with Jessica, who was always showy, Mrs. Turner looked very decent, and of course very dignified, just like the evil mother-in-law in many family dramas, no, more like the director of the teaching department.

Emma took the initiative to say hello, "Hello, Mrs. Turner." Since Mr. Turner asked her to call him uncle, she might call this one aunt.

Mrs. Turner put down the tea cup, no smile on her face, "Sit."

Emma deliberately chose a farther position to sit down and waited for her to speak.

"You're out again today, right?"

Fortunately, Mike had thought about this for her. Emma hurriedly explained, "I can't remember people, so Mike took me to the hospital to check my brain."

Mrs. Turner snorted, "I do think your brain is not functioning. What did the doctor say?"

"He said I may have suffered a short-term memory loss after the car accident. If I have other symptoms, I need to do another check at any time." Emma kept an eye on her and reserved an excuse for going to the hospital in the future.

Mrs. Turner picked up the teacup and took a sip, "I just called you to come over today to remind you not to forget your mission. You have to not only take care of Bob, but also find a way to get him to receive the treatment. He needs to accept the surgery, or he could only live in this way for the rest of his life."

At this point, Mrs. Turner was agitated. Her face turned away as if she was crying.

"As long as he is willing to receive the treatment, will you set me free?" Emma blinked her eyes as she asked.

"Of course, do you think we lack a daughter-in-law in my family? If it weren't for the master..." Mrs. Turner felt that the topic was gone too far, so she changed the subject, "I won't blame you for using the car without permission, but the premise is that you play your role well. I don't lack a girl who wants to enjoy her life but does nothing here."

After hearing Mrs. Turner's words, Emma seemed to see hope, because the thing that bothered her just now had an official standard answer. In this way, as long as she worked hard on Bob, all the problems could be solved easily. And once this was done, she would be regarded as the hero of the Turner Family. Then maybe she could be cheeky and beg them to find the best doctor to treat another "herself". This might be the only way for her to see her sister again.

Emma was suddenly in a good mood, and she promised in a loud voice, "Don't worry, I will complete the task." Then suddenly she thought of something, "But..."

"But what?" Mrs. Turner asked with raised eyebrows.

"Can you find him a spacious room? Also, it would be best if your family can visit and enlighten him from time to time. Maybe he will figure it out someday if you can do so."

This seemed to hit Mrs. Turner's sore spot. She patted the desk with a bitter face and said, "Do you think I am such a cold-blooded mother that I don't want to be with him every day? He never let me be there, driving me away like I'm his enemy. He chose that room himself, saying that was a quiet place."

Mrs. Turner began to wipe her tears, "Otherwise, why do you think I got you here?! I was out of choice, so I had to count on the necromancer."

The two were silent for a while Finally, Emma stood up and asked Mrs. Turner solemnly, "It's not easy to get along with him right now. If we just allow him to do whatever he wants, we won't be able to solve the problem; but if I disobey him to do something good for him, according to the agreement, I will break the contract again, so..."

Mrs. Turner understood what she meant, so she immediately replied, "As long as you don't hurt him, I won't blame you. Don't hesitate to play your tricks. If you can make it, I, Sofie Brown, owe you a favor."

With Mrs. Turner's promise, Emma finally relieved. After she returned to the small house, she started gearing up, trying to figure out a plan to deal with Bob.

Bob sat in front of the window and observed a beetle on the glass. It stopped every few steps, with front tentacles trembling to collect information. Finding no enemy ahead, it moved on.

Just when he was fascinated by the sight, a wild bird suddenly fell in front of the window, quickly ate the beetle, and flew away.

Bob looked at the empty glass window blankly, feeling lost in his heart.

At this time, a familiar voice called him, "Mr. Turner?"

Bob knew who it was before turning around, so he didn't respond.

After a while, he saw two small net pockets lowered in front of him, while Emma smiled and jumped to him, "Don't you see how nice the weather is outside? There are many butterflies and dragonflies in your yard. Let's catch them."

Bob looked at her coldly, "Can't you stop it?"

"Of course not. It's interesting to catch dragonflies. Wait, I'll show you."

Bob sneered. But soon, he saw Emma running into the courtyard. She was wearing loose denim overalls, stumbling like a bunny. After a while, she ran back to the window to show Bob what she had gained.

Across the glass, Bob faintly heard her say, "See? This butterfly is so beautiful!"

Indeed, the wings of the butterfly were covered with a layer of fluorescent blue color, which was as psychedelic as the starry sky reflected by the sea on a quiet night.

Emma gently squeezed the butterfly's body, released it in front of Bob, then turned around and ran into the flowers to catch the insects.

Bob's gaze followed her, watching her bring all kinds of dragonflies or butterflies to the window before she freed them. There was an unscrupulous smile on her face. She just looked like a child.

Emma ran away again. But not long after she ran, there was something tripped over under her feet. She fell to the ground.

Didn't she know how to watch the road!

Bob frowned, craned his neck, and unconsciously put his hands on the windowsill to check the situation.

Emma stood up as if she was fine, then she dusted herself down before she went to catch the insects again.

Bob breathed a sigh of relief, the corners of his mouth rising slightly. But he suddenly realized that he was being led by the nose, so he became gloomy, turned the direction of the wheelchair, and didn't look outside anymore.

After a while, Emma walked in, whistling and panting, "Come on, let me push you to the yard so that we can play together, shall we?"