"Hope..."
Christopher Hart's expression changed slightly, as he prepared to reason with his daughter, but the little girl was already resolute, "Dad, get rid of them quickly."
"Sweetheart..."
Christopher felt troubled.
This...
He had just managed to deal with that troublesome woman and had gotten her to agree to stay with her sons, so why had his daughter become an obstacle?
Amelia Garcia overheard their conversation and came over to whisper, "Maybe... I should take them and leave first."
"No!" Hope said again.
Those two words suddenly became her mantra.
Hearing his daughter refusing, Christopher's heart cheered for a moment, thinking she had changed her mind.
But unexpectedly, his daughter ran around the sofa, grabbed her mother's hand.
"Mum can't go; let them go!" Hope, with her other hand pointing towards her brothers, shouted commandingly in her cute, milk-sweet voice.
At that moment, everyone was stunned.