“Don’t fret,” cooed Charlotte as she patted her daughter’s back in an attempt to soothe her terror.


    Seeing the little child standing next to Charlotte only fueled Timothy’s fury. He berated bluntly, “You unfilial daughter! To think you have the face to return! You even brought…”


    Before he could speak the disrespectful words of her daughter, Charlotte shot him an ice-cold re.


    All of a sudden, Timothy found his words lodged in his throat.


    “We meet again after many years, Mr. Emerson. You’re still as vigorous as you were in your youth! You still never hesitate tosh out at people.”


    Initially, she had harboured a slight sense of guilt toward her father, but now that he hadid out these unsympathetic words for her to hear, the loathing in her only grew.


    Once again, the atmosphere fell into a state of tension. ine stood up and stepped between the two, pretending to be a peacemaker.


    “Timothy, Lottie hasn’te back for five years! What are you doing?” ine then turned to look at Charlotte. “Lottie, you too. You know very well that your father is ill, why are you still being so difficult?”


    Charlotte scoffed. The coldness emanating from within her eyes multiplied with every second her gaze lingered on ine.


    Meanwhile, Timothy had made his way downstairs and seated himself on the sofa. As he heard Charlotte snort, his wrath peaked once again.


    Timothy pointed a quivering finger at Charlotte and said, “Last I heard, you wanted to cut ties with the Emerson family. How dare you still step past our gate today?”


    Now that things had evolved into this state, Charlotte was unwilling to disy the slightest hint of weakness. “Your gate? Shall I remind you that this house is my mother’s heritage? You’re only here as a guest.”


    Timothy felt like he had been stabbed in the ribs. He sprung to his feet and dashed toward Charlotte.RêAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only


    Just as he raised his hand above their heads, Charlotte’s stony words interrupted his actions. “Timothy Emerson, if you were to deliver this p, you will never have me as your daughter from today onward.”


    Timothy snapped back to his senses and his hand froze midair. In the heat of the moment, he couldn’t figure out what to do with it.


    Sheryl’s little head popped out from behind Charlotte. She looked up at him withrge, watery eyes and pleaded, “Grandpa, don’t hit Mommy.”


    Hearing this, Timothy inadvertently lowered his head at Sheryl. Only then was he able to take in the sight of the wee being. Her teeny nose andrge eyes immediately reminded him of young Charlotte.


    With this, his heart crumbled in softness and he gradually lowered his hand.


    ine quickly noticed that the situation was starting to steer off track. Without dy, she motioned to the butler.


    He nodded in acknowledgment and scurried off to wake ine’s sleeping child.


    Once Alistair awoke, he would look for Timothy, for he always doted on him the most.


    “Daddy, daddy, what are you doing?” Alistair rubbed the sleep from his eyes drowsily while he stumbled out into the living room.


    At the sight of his young son, Timothy’s features rxed and the tension disappeared from his muscles.


    ine took advantage of this opening to slide between the two. She hoisted Alistair into her arms and stood by Timothy’s side.


    She turned to Alistair with a loving smile. “Good boy, Alistair! Have you finished today’s homework already?”


    He nodded obediently and replied, “Yes, I have. Today, the teacher even rewarded me with a little red flower.”


    “Wow, that’s terrific! Timothy, don’t you think our little Alistair is just doing so great!” As she said such words, her gaze intentionally lingered on Charlotte.


    The look in her eyes seemed to announce, “Look! The three of us are a happy family. You are the outsider no matter how you look at it.”


    At once, it dawned on Charlotte why ine had insisted shee over. She dared bet a million dors that it was for this very scene.


    Charlotte snickered. “Looks like I don’t have much to do in the Emerson family. It’s not an impossible feat for Mr. Emerson to break off all ties with me, but please, first, hand over the ten per cent shares of Emerson Corporation that my mother has left me.”


    Now that Charlotte had openly dered her wish to end things with the Emerson family, Timothy’s anger immediately rose despite having calmed down substantially from earlier.


    His face was distant as he let out a hollowugh and hissed with sarcasm, “Great, that’s great! We haven’t met for five years, but this is the first thing you ask of me when you return? What is it, do you also want me to step down so you can take my position?”


    The turn of events knocked ine off her feet.


    How did Charlotte manage toy her hands on ten percent of Emerson Corporation’s shares?