Her daughter was her weakness.
Amelia Garcia almost reflexively put her phone back to her ear, her face lighting up with a tender, doting smile.
"Baby, are you feeling better?"
"Uh-huh! But getting better isn't good at all!"
She laughed, "Silly girl, how is getting better not good?"
"Because when I'm better, Mommy won't come to see me!" the little girl's tone was whiny and fierce.
"..." Amelia suddenly fell silent.
"Mommy, I'm at the amusement park, can you come and play with me, please?"
Amelia put her guard back up and gently but firmly said, "Baby, I'm sorry, your aunt is still busy with work and can't leave right now. Why don't you go play with Daddy, hmm?"
Hope Hart immediately started to act spoiled, "No... you adults only ever think about work, it's no fun at all. I'm so pitiful... Only when I'm sick and miserable does anyone care about me, wuwu—"
Christopher Hart listened to this and flicked his daughter's forehead with his finger.
Ungrateful little thing!