"It's not true!" the little girl, a bit over four years old, retorted articulately and clearly, her lively and crisp voice showing no weakness, "When I went back before, you always called me a 'stinky brat' and said not to call you grandma because you didn't like hearing it!"
Christopher's eyes darkened as he looked at his daughter, quite surprised.
Amelia understood from his expression—it seemed that even he, as both father and son, didn't know about this.
Emma Carter's face turned extremely ugly, "You girl, spouting nothing but lies!"
"I'm not lying!" Hope became a little anxious, afraid that no one would believe her, and immediately climbed up to grab Christopher's arm, "Daddy! I really didn't lie, lying turns you into Pinocchio, I don't want a long nose."
"She's the one who said it, told me not to call her grandma, so fierce... that's why I didn't want to go back with you later... I really didn't lie..."