"What? Grandpa, what are you trying to say?" Emma Hart leaned closer to her grandfather's ear, his voice softly repeating, "Riley, Riley, you need to be good to Damien."
Emma Hart's mind was about to explode upon hearing this. She seemed to freeze completely, unable to move.
"Emma, what is Grandpa saying?" Damien Sterling asked as he drove.
"No, it's nothing. He just said he wants to go home and sleep," Emma Hart replied calmly. She sat up and used a wet wipe to cool Mr. Sterling Senior's flushed cheeks.
The name Mr. Sterling Senior had just mentioned, Riley, echoed in her mind. Riley Turner, right? She, Emma Hart, was now Damien Sterling's wife, yet Grandpa still couldn't accept her. For a woman, not being respected and accepted by her in-laws was incredibly painful and sad.
Emma Hart's eyes were as dark as night, devoid of any stars, her mood unconsciously turning anxious.
