"Alright, stop talking and come in." Emma Smith was afraid that Mrs. Smith would come back at any moment, so she immediately pulled him into the room.
As soon as Robert Thomson entered, Thomas Smith approached him: "Uncle Thomson."
Robert smiled at him and looked at Little Thomson. Thomas said, "Little sister is asleep."
Robert came over and sat by the bed, looking at Little Thomson, who was sleeping spread-eagle, with drool covering half her face. He looked at his daughter and then turned to Emma, "Emma, you've suffered a lot."
Emma mocked him, "Cut it out. Your mother still thinks you've suffered. Such an excellent son, I don't know how my vixen self mesmerized you. You'd better go home and be filial!"
Robert just smiled, took her hand, and sat side by side on the bed.
Having a child and a wife finally made this place feel like home.
