Earl Wilson’s Joy

Camia knew that her father had always been worried about her.

Earl Wilson, who was fishing, suddenly stood up when he heard this. He looked at the genuine smile on Camia's face and laughed loudly. "Good!"

He looked at his daughter's genuine smile. It meant that not only did that person appear, but his daughter was also very satisfied.

Then that was enough.

Even if he died, this girl would not fall from the Wilson family. His nerves, which had been tense for many years, relaxed, and his injuries became even more serious. He spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"Father!"

Camia and Little Wilson nervously went forward to support Earl Wilson.

Earl Wilson waved his hand and wiped the bloodstains carelessly. "It's nothing. I'm just old."

He suddenly remembered the spiritual perception that had probed his residence yesterday. He smiled and said, "Is he in the wedding procession?"