Emily felt that gaze and stared fiercely at her. She kept taking the porridge, slowly like a retard.
Finally, Beverly retracted her gaze impatiently and said, "Let's go."
Elsie quickly mended her makeup and followed her out. They had been peaceful for the past few days and did not cause any trouble for Emily. It was because Maury was at home.
Emily texted Harold under the dining table, "Follow them."
Afterwards, she continued to eat quietly. Not long later, Maury came down. He had a bad cold recently and had no appetite for breakfast. A few days ago, Emily always brought porridge to him and forced him to drink some. Maury helplessly agreed to come down for breakfast in the future and go to the garden to take a walk for fresh air.
When Maury came down, he clearly felt that he was getting old. He was panting a little when he went down the stairs. Just as he arrived at the dining table, he saw Emily smiling as she raised her head and said to him, "Dad."
