Paul Scott walked to the bed, put on Emily Rollins' dress, and carefully held Emily Rollins in his arms.
Emily Rollins' hands and feet were limp, but she still struggled to break away from the man and get into his arms.
"Do not touch me……"
She had to go to Mrs. Scott, and she couldn't trust anyone except the people she knew.
"it's me."
Paul Scott caressed the top of her head, annoyed that he didn't come sooner, so that the little girl suffered so much.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Sage Stein fiercely again, and the latter swallowed back the screams after receiving the strong killing intent.
Imprisoned in his arms, Emily Rollins felt an unprecedented sense of familiarity and solidity.
Isn't this voice, breath, and movement her cheap husband?
"Cheap husband?" Emily Rollins called weakly and tentatively, only Paul Scott could hear her.
"Well, I'm here."
Paul Scott's voice gave her a sense of security.