The next second, Hope ran to the doorway, surprised, "Dad! Why are you here?"
Christopher picked up his daughter and gave her a kiss, "Dad came for breakfast. Is the breakfast mom made delicious?"
"Mhm, of course, it's delicious!"
The father and daughter laughed together, their gaze turning together toward the woman with the cold face.
What could Amelia say?
Christopher, holding his child, walked inside, squeezing past the woman.
The woman had no choice but to close the door and turn to enter the house.
Christopher, with his daughter in his arms, sat back down at the dining table, surveying the room with curiosity. "There doesn't seem to be any sign of children living here. Do those two little boys never follow you?"
Amelia was blunt, "None of your business."
The man wasn't annoyed and turned to ask his daughter, "Hope, did you have fun playing with little brother yesterday?"
Amelia's heart suddenly raced!
"It was fun!" Hope casually answered.