"She's just as beautiful and adorable as you,"
Emily Simpson felt a surge of envy in her heart as she watched Aunt Shaw's face beam with a smile when mentioning her own daughter...
For someone who had never known what it felt like to be cherished by her mother, it was natural that she felt a sense of loss.
But fortunately, she had also lived a very happy life with her father over the years...
.............
Noon, 11:30.
At this moment, Emily Simpson had already been crouched in front of her bedroom window for a few hours.
Her eyes were fixedly staring at the tiny lane outside, watching every passing vehicle with expectant eyes.
Even though Lorne Noah Jackson hadn't appeared yet, her anticipation hadn't diminished—she was still extremely excited.
And finally...
A silver sports car drove into the tiny lane outside the villa and entered Emily's field of view.
Finally, the car came to a stop in front of the Simpson family's courtyard.
