Over the past few years, Emily Taylor grew increasingly attached to her family home.
She had no choice; her two children were distant – the elder cold and rebellious, the younger quiet and aloof, neither of them particularly close to her.
Alone in the vast Lucas family estate, she often felt a sense of coldness and loneliness.
But at her family home, her relatives liked to gather around her, and Charles Taylor, that little kid, never failed to amuse her until she couldn't stop smiling.
Gradually, Emily's heart began to favor her own family.
Yet, she hadn't realized it herself.
"Paul Davidson would understand, he definitely wouldn't next time. Oh... Young Master Charlie, you are my nephew, you must have prepared a gift for your aunt, right? What did you prepare? Can you bring it out so we can all admire it?"
Charles Taylor's words were indeed very impolite.
