Emma watched, her red lips curving up ever so slightly, a full smile spreading across her face. These three family members gave her a strong sense of security.
Without thinking, she reached out and hugged her mother's waist, giving a response for the first time.
"Darren..." Arielle Watson, feeling her daughter's embrace, cried even harder, constantly patting her back gently to soothe her, "...good girl, mommy is here. It's mommy's fault, I'll make it up to you, Darren..."
In the end, Arielle Watson was sobbing uncontrollably.
Morgan Benson was concerned about his mother, but at this moment, he had to tell his parents about Emma's physical condition.
"Dad, Mom, please sit down. I have something to tell you…" So, he went forward and helped Arielle Watson sit down on the sofa.
Emma, with Madam Benson's guidance, also sat down, both looking at each other, smiles on their lips.
Old Sir Benson took his seat as well, waiting for his son to speak.
