Tiffany remained seated on the sofa, silently watching everything unfold, not offering any help.
Bert finally crouched down in front of Emma Washington, trying to soften his voice.
"What's wrong?"
Bert thought that if this were a boy, he would have no hesitation in punching him and making him cry. However, she was a girl, and a girl crying like a delicate flower, so he couldn't bring himself to have such thoughts.
The young girl wiped her tears with her hand, looking at him pitifully as she cried and said,
"Did I upset you? Otherwise, why do you dislike me so much?"
After she finished speaking, she blinked, and a fresh stream of tears rolled down her cheeks.
He had no choice but to ask,
"Why do you think I dislike you?"
"Then why don't you talk to me? I've said so much to you, but you don't pay any attention to me. Waa—"
Her protests were accompanied by increasingly sorrowful cries.