"'I'm so sorry, Christian, I shouldn't have asked you about your heartbreak......

'No, Emma, it's the courage I don't have to face it'

……”

Frost Manor.

In the breeze, the newborn morning sun shines brightly on all things, and the undried dew on the plants in the garden shimmers brightly.

The peace and harmony did not last long, and a roar that was diametrically opposed to the atmosphere rang out from Winston's study.

"I kind of get it, son, why do you have to have a male secretary and the way you hold the goblet......"

With a voice recorder in his hand, Winston was playing back last night's conversation between Emma and Christian.

In that heart-to-heart conversation, Chris was honest and confessed his secret, thinking it was a secret between brother and sister, but at this moment he was ruthlessly exposed to the family

"Where did you get the recording?" Christian didn't deny it, he just questioned.

"Adrienne." Emma's brow furrowed, and she suddenly thought of a possibility that made her think she was talking crazy.

"That's right, it's me." Adrienne pushed the door in, graciously admitting.

"Who do you right?!" Christian asked angrily.

"I'll give me my own." Adrienne was calm.

"You invaded my privacy!" Christian slapped his chair hard and stood up.

"Privacy? It's too much of an exaggeration for Christian, there shouldn't be secrets in our house. Adrienne crossed her arms and teased.

Coritya, who was dressing up early in the morning, heard the movement, and couldn't help but push open the door and walked over from the bedroom

"What are you all yelling about?"

Winston looked up impatiently, but became even more irritable the moment he saw Coridioa dressed.

At the moment, Corlydia is still dressed in Gothic, but the difference is that she is now wearing a nose ring and many tattoos.

"Coritya! What the are you doing! This is self-harm! ”

"It's a statement, either you like it, or you just put up with it."

"Get rid of it with a laser!"

"Don't even think about it."

It's noisy again! Emma's brows furrowed unconsciously, she took out a magazine from her bag, she had been preparing for a long time!

"Daddy, look at this." Emma handed Winston the fashion magazine, "I think you're going to love this." ”

"Hey, Emma, where did you get that!" Seeing this magazine, Adrienne, who had always had a chance of winning, became unusually flustered.

Without him, just because the sexy woman on the cover of this magazine is her.

"Adrienne, you're going to shoot a magazine cover without us knowing?" Winston looked up coldly.

"I'm disappointed in you, everyone, very disappointed!"

Emma was annoyed by this tone, and she asked rhetorically, "Okay, it doesn't matter, but what about you, Daddy." ”

"What did you do with that woman last night? As a married man, should there be some punishment for such behavior? The corners of Emma's mouth curled up in a nice arc.

"Don't make random accusations, you have to at least come up with evidence......"

Winston is very strong, always at home, he prevents almost everyone from doing what they want to do, such a strong Emma has endured for more than ten years, but now, it's time to make some changes!

The rebellious mentality, stimulated by Winston's reprimand this morning, made Emma take the initiative.

Before Winston could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a Ran coming, and he turned around to see his wife, Emma's mother, Heizil, standing in the doorway, holding a familiar video camera in her hand.

How did my camera end up with my mother? Emma was amazed by the unplanned part.

——

Emma has to admit that it has been a disaster lately, with waves of unevenness.

The quarrel in the morning broke up, and after lunch, Christian tried to leave the manor and return to his villa, but was stopped again.

"I've been too indulgent with you, Christian, you should go back to where you belong, it's time for you to go home." Winston's tone softened a little, but it stopped at Christian and Emmaar, and it only felt hypocritical.

"Sounds so tempting, huh! Dad, maybe I misunderstood you before, I always thought you were a parent who cared about your children, but my adult recognition tells me that I should decline your offer!

This is the path I have chosen, I just want to live alone, no power can change these facts, good night! ”

Chris spoke honestly, and after a passionate speech, he withdrew and left.

"It's pretty chic, isn't it?" Adrienne took out her goblet and took a sip of wine.

Winston turned around and glared at her coldly, and Adrienne shrugged indifferently and put the goblet down, "I still have some work, father." ”

"Poo." Coritya blew up the gum, "Me too." ”

Emma didn't have anything, she quietly stood up and walked forward, with an imperceptible smile and envy on her face.

That's so cool!

——

Morning.

The atmosphere in the house is getting weirder and weirder, and everyone is wearing a deep mask to disguise themselves, a feeling that makes Emma almost suffocate.

Emma leaves the bedroom in her pajamas, only to see a certain room. There was still a light, and she followed it and found her mother, Hazel.

"Mom?"

"Emma, aren't you sleeping so late?" Heizil sat alone on the couch, flipping through a pink photo album in her hand.

"I want to ask you something......"

"I'm fine, I just can't sleep, and I flip through the old family album."

The couch was beside the bed, the dark blue moon shining through the window, and a chill soaked into Emma's heart for no reason.

"I never meant to give you the camera, and the photos......" Emma's original plan was just to negotiate with her father, nothing more, she never thought of giving these photos to Hazier, because she knew too well how lethal they could be to this fragile family.

"The bag girl? Emma, your imagination is a little too rich, these pictures are nothing to talk about, your dad is just socializing, doing business. ”

Hazil's tone was calm, and it scared Emma with calmness.

"You can't deceive me, you didn't believe his nonsense at all, you understand that these are not facts, how do you explain the photos of them dancing together?"

"What's wrong with dancing? Emma, you've been to the prom too, just dancing, nothing at all. ”

"But I got the picture of him having intimate contact with that woman!"

"But there's only one wrist in that picture, isn't it?"

"Okay, let's get straight, Mom, now you think I'm just filming someone else to frame him, right?"

The depression at home made Emma about to explode, and her emotions couldn't help but become irritable.