She wanted to snatch the child back, but seeing Robert's ferocious look, she dared not step forward. Perhaps it was true that mother and daughter had a special bond. With Little Thomson in her mother's arms, being rocked and soothed, she stopped crying so much. However, her small body was still sobbing reluctantly, her big eyes half-open, tear-filled, and her little face red from crying, looking so pitiable.
"Baby, Little Lucky." Emma Smith rubbed her face gently against her daughter's cheek.
"Emma, let's go back." Robert saw that his daughter had finally stopped crying, reached out his arm to embrace her and her daughter. Emma didn't quarrel with him anymore and gently rocked Little Lucky's petite body, softly humming a song.
The nanny and the man from the adjoining room looked shocked at this scene. Especially the nanny, who had just seen this fierce and ruthless man turn into a caring and dutiful husband in an instant, stood there dumbfounded.
