The sudden situation made Little Emma let out a scream, her body instinctively struggling twice, until she realized she was being lifted onto Adrian's shoulder. Then, she neither spoke nor moved, until Adrian walked a few steps into the bedroom and with a thud, threw her onto the bed.
"You... what are you going to do? Don't... don't come any closer!" Little Emma crawled and rolled into the corner at the first instance, her arms wrapped tightly as she trembled, looking at the man in front of the bed with a terrified expression.
I knew it. Laughing and crying at the same time, Adrian thought through gritted teeth. The damn clever brat always knew how to make him yield, and he was helpless against it, which was too frustrating. It was somewhat manageable when she was a few years younger, but in recent years, there was nothing he could do. Even with Lily, he could sometimes leverage his father's authority to put her in her place.
