Seeing his daughter choking back tears, Mr. Linton felt even more upset. He leaned over to take a few tissues from the coffee table and handed them to his daughter. "Wipe them away."
He stuffed the tissues into his daughter's hand, urging her to wipe away her tears.
"Dad!"
Amelia Linton did not use the tissues. Instead, she suddenly turned sideways and threw herself into Callix Linton's arms. At this moment, she was like a little child who had been wronged, seeking comfort in her father's embrace.
Without a moment's hesitation, Callix Linton opened his arms and hugged Amelia tightly. Just like he used to when she was small, he embraced her, and with one hand, he patted her back. "Whatever it is, Dad will carry it for you; you don't need to worry."
Even though he's now in his eighties, his shoulders are still capable of carrying many burdens.
Resting against her father's chest, Amelia cried uncontrollably. Hearing her father's words only made her cry harder.
