"What I'm saying is true, Father, I love you the most." Emma Aiden stepped forward, wrapped her arm around Collins Aiden's elbow, and coquettishly pleaded.
Collins Aiden's face, which had been stern, couldn't maintain its composure for long.
"Really? You love Father the most, and not that brat Harry?"
"Harry isn't a brat... I mean, of course it's true, the person I love most is Father, more real than real gold!" Emma faced Collins Aiden's distrustful gaze and answered confidently.
"That statement has some conscience, but don't think I don't know that you say these things to make me happy, with the ultimate goal of marrying Harry."
Collins gave her a sidelong glance, lips parting coldly.
There was a knowing look in his eyes.
"..." Having too smart of a father makes it difficult to lie.
"Mom." Seeing that she couldn't handle Collins Aiden on her own, Emma quickly turned to Ella Jackson for help.
