"Emma." Ella steps forward, looking at her daughter's swollen, particularly tear-streaked eyes, tenderly embracing her.
Gently patting her back.
"Your father is doing this for your own good; please don't be mad at him."
"…"
"By the way, Mom wants you to go downstairs and talk to Harry. You know your dad's temper; he's jealous that you've liked Harry since you were young and aren't close to him. If we wait until he returns, I'm worried Harry's body won't be able to hold on."
"…" Emma's eyes redden, hearing that Harrison Yale is still standing downstairs, her body stiffening for a moment.
Soon, she gently shakes her head at Ella.
"Mom, I'm not going."
"What did you say?" Ella is taken aback, her eyes showing surprise.
Harrison Yale had been standing downstairs for so long, waiting for Collins Aiden to agree to their marriage. She originally thought once she opened the door, Emma would be anxious to run out.
Unexpectedly, she directly refuses.
