"No." Emma Smith smiled slightly, revealing two adorable dimples at the corners of her mouth. "I'm just quite surprised by your attitude."
The change was remarkable.
Samuel Richardson clenched his fist and coughed, sighing deeply. "My daughter's vision is better than mine. Betting on Ivy Thompson this time was the right choice."
"I shouldn't have interfered in your social circle, but... did you know about her connection with that organization already?"
Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a firm stand on Ivy's side. Samuel didn't believe that Emma knew nothing.
Emma's lips pursed slightly.
She had guessed Ivy's extraordinary identity back at the police station, but Samuel didn't listen to her when she had told him during the Chamber of Commerce event, and now he blamed her for not saying it.
"I don't mean to blame you," Samuel paused, narrowing his eyes with a smile. "Are you on good terms with her?"
"Not really."
