Looking at Emma standing at the door and changing shoes, Officer Brown turned around and asked, "What are you going to do again?"
Emma lied, "I left my things at Joey's home. I have to go get them back!"
Officer Brown got up from the sofa, "Let Maggie get them for you. It's so cold outside. Do you have to get them now?"
Emma didn't answer her grandpa's words, but just pushed the door open.
...
The Brown’s House was so big. Emma knew that it would take a while for Sean to get to the gate.
She took a short cut, bypassed the small golf course, and ran for the back door.
The Brown’s House was a manor-style villa with a large floor area. It was in the shape of an oblique triangle. As long as Emma went out through the back door, there was a small fork road that could lead to the main road in front. It was a straight line, so it didn’t have to take a while.
Emma ran all the way. Her mind was in a mess. She also didn’t know why she wanted to see him.
Finally, when she dashed out of the intersection, a black Bentley was driving over from her side.
When Sean saw Emma rushing out of the small road suddenly, he stepped on the brake.
There were very few people coming and going on this road. There was only this villa nearby, so there were few vehicles.
Sean sat in the car without moving, looking at Emma standing in front of the car through the windshield.
Emma's face was a little pale by the wind. She was biting her lips stubbornly, and staring straightly at the person in the car.
The fallen leaves on the side of the road were swept up by the wind and swept across Emma's feet, spinning and galloping towards the other side of the road. Emma's sleeves were very long. Her little hands were in them, revealing only her fingertips. Her hair was tied loosely. A few strands of hair fell down and stuck on her face. She didn't stretch her hand to brush them off her face, but just stood stubbornly in front of the car with her small face raised, her eyes firm.
Sean pushed the car door, walked over and stopped in front of Emma.
Emma was 1.65 meters tall. If she wanted to meet his eyes, she had to hold her head up. Sean lowered his head to see the looks in her eyes, "Don’t you know it is very dangerous?"
Sean’s words made Emma feel angry.
Pulling the hair out of her face angrily, Emma glared at him, "Why did you come to my home?"
The bad tone of this sentence made Sean frowned.
After a while, he said, "I have something to talk about with your grandpa, which has nothing to do with you."
After speaking, Sean turned and walked towards his car.
Emma didn’t like to cry. But at this moment, some tears welled up into her eyes, "You know that Jessie is my father’s wife, but you still pester with her. My dad is stupid, but I didn't expect you were also such a person!"
Hearing Emma's words, Sean stopped. He slowly turned around to look at her, "Who said I pester with her?"
Sean's tone was a bit bad. His face sank. Emma actually felt a little timid.
Forcing herself to calm down, she took out the phone and walked to Sean, "See it by yourself!"
Sean stared at Emma for a while, then looked down at the phone screen.
After a while, his face eased. His eyes were placed on Emma's face which made her a little at a loss.
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