Chapter 1059



“Dad, good morning,” Elma greeted Jake, her voice bubbling with joy.

Jake’s expression immediately softened at her cheerfulness, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He reached out and gently patted Elma on the head, his voice tender.

“Now that you’re awake, make sure you take your medicine.”

Turning toward Lacey, Elma’s smile vanished, replaced by a marked frown of displeasure that clearly conveyed her feelings. Lacey’s smile stiffened, and she bent down, determined to stick to her plan.

“Come on, Elma, let’s have your medicine,” she said, trying to persuade Elma.

But before Lacey could proceed, Sophie intervened, snatching the medicine with a swift motion.

“I’ll handle this,” she stated with firm determination.

Sophie then tenderly administered the medicine to Elma, blowing gently on each spoonful to cool it, handling the task with evident care and precision.

Lacey watched, her initial plan thwarted, a wave of frustration washing over her. What could have made Elma rush out to get Sophie so early in the morning? Elma didn’t just search for Sophie; she eagerly called Sophie over to join them.

Lacey’s inquiry received a prompt response.

Elma, fed by Sophie, was wholly accommodating. Once done, she playfully winked at Jake.

“Dad, did you manage to sleep well last night?”

Jake caught the underlying hint in Elma’s question and his brow furrowed as he glanced sternly at Elma and Sophie, feigning annoyance.

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Elma recoiled slightly, pretending to be scared, yet her eyes twinkled with mischief, not fear.

Sophie exhaled deeply, deciding to take the blame.

“It was my idea.”

“No, no, no,” Elma interrupted quickly, shaking her head vigorously.

“It was all my doing. Sophie had nothing to do with it. Dad, you can scold me as you wish, but you…”

“And my mom seemed quite happy last night, unfazed by the thunder. Look, even after the divorce, you two can still find joy together. So why split up?”

While such remarks might have seemed unusual coming from anyone else, they didn’t from Elma. After all, she was just a kid, and it was typical for kids to harbor such fanciful thoughts.

The moment Elma spoke, the room fell into an uneasy silence, the air thick with tension.

The servants leaned in, eyes wide, exchanging glances that were a mix of shock and curiosity. Sophie, visibly uncomfortable, reached out, her fingers tugging at Elma’s sleeve, a silent plea for her to stop.

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