She returned to this place.
Public opinion was like a ferocious beast, not letting her go even for a moment.
Even though Hunter and Joseph were working together to cover it up, the rumors would not vanish.
It was exactly as she had expected.
So what?
She had a family that loved her, a husband who doted on her. As her grandfather said, as long as the family was united, would there be anything terrifying?
At this moment, Emily was standing in front of the French window, enjoying the bright sunshine.
Her family members were all in the courtyard.
Grandpa’s condition was very good. Ever since she returned, his health improved day by day.
Previously, he was so sick that he had to sit in a wheelchair, but now, he was able to jump around in the courtyard.
"This lantern doesn’t look good. Milo, what’s wrong with you? Hurry up and fix it. It’s not symmetrical!"
"Don’t you know that asymmetry is prevalent now?" Milo was reluctant to be outdone, so he retorted, "Old man, you are old and don’t understand the trend."
"It sounds like you’re very young."
"Ten years younger than you."
"Bah!"
"Dad, today is a joyous day. You can’t swear." Lottie stopped him at the right time.
Only then did the old man realize that. He immediately slapped his own mouth and apologized, "Yeah, yeah, it’s all my fault, I won’t say that, I won’t say that. Well, Milo, hurry up and fix it."
"I know. You are so nagging."
"Watch your words!"
"Young miss told you to pay attention to your words."
"You …"
"Dad, today is a good day. You shouldn’t be angry." Lottie’s voice sounded again.
"Yes, yes, yes, I was wrong again. I’m not angry, how could I be angry? Look, I’m smiling so happily!" The old man had no choice but to put on an amiable smile.
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