Emily didn't know why Susie couldn't tolerate her.

The emperor was able to cut flesh and bleed for his legitimate daughter, and destroy three thousand rules.

He was able to be gentle and doting towards Susie, his little daughter, and put aside his pride.

How did it come to her... without a trace of mercy!

Even towards unfamiliar strangers, it would not be so cold-blooded and cruel!

Kellen, who had already left, suddenly came back. Emily's heart was filled with a glimmer of hope, but to her dismay, she saw him raise his hand and the painting she had cherished fell into his hands!

Emily instantly understood what he was about to do and exclaimed, "Father, don't!"

Kellen gave her a cold glance, and with a raised hand, the signature he had drawn was completely ruined.

He threw the painting back into Emily's hands and said coldly, "Don't let me hear you call me father again. Susie doesn't like it, I don't like it, and it will cause misunderstandings and troubles in our family."

Given that she was not entirely wrong, this would be the last "father" he could let go without holding it against her.

The accounts that needed to be settled have been settled, and the things that needed to be destroyed have been destroyed. From now on, he has no relationship with her whatsoever. As long as she doesn't come to bother or provoke him, he naturally won't bother with a stranger.

Emily sat on the ground, staring blankly at the painting.

The painting remains the same, but the original position of the father is now a blank space, and the place for the signature has been torn off directly.

He had tried his best to leave her a complete painting, after all, it was a relic left by her mother, so he didn't tear it up directly...

He treated every painting in such a sensible manner, with understanding and comfort.

Why... why only her...

There was no one around anymore, and Emily's arrogance did not allow her to be laughed at by ordinary people.

She held the painting and walked aimlessly on the street.

The painting depicted a family of three, with the absence of the father figure.

As she continued to look, Emily gradually found her father's face becoming blurry, as if her father had truly turned into a fog, revealing an unclear truth - a truth that she was unsure of.

However, in the mind, the sternness of the emperor became even more distinct in the facial features.

If it weren't for my father...

Taking off this layer of relationship, there were already signs of obscure emotions, and suddenly they surged up like turbulent waves!

The three thousand years of guarding and waiting did not have substantial paternal love, everything relied on fantasy.

However, once the role of "father" was removed, combined with the impact of meeting the real Emperor just now, Emily's feelings in her heart suddenly turned around.

"Your Majesty..." Emily suddenly stopped, staring at the torn place where the signature used to be, in a daze...

Suddenly, she understood. Was it really her father that she had been waiting for these three thousand years?

The emperor, to her, was no longer an ordinary existence.

Others had fear and admiration for him.

She and he, however, had already had a different fate entanglement three thousand years ago - even though it was due to her mother's misleading. But why didn't others have such an experience, only she did?

This indicates that she and the emperor were destined to have a conflict!

Emily's eyes lit up with hope again, and her steps became cheerful.

"I wanted to work harder..."

To become strong, I don't ask to stand by his side, but... as long as I can quietly watch him, it's enough!

Emily couldn't wait to return to the underworld. She had been neglecting it too much lately, and now she was determined to double her efforts in practicing!

Emily was searching for the way back to the underworld when she unexpectedly encountered Brett on the road.

Of course, she didn't know Brett, and in her eyes, Brett's abilities were no different from an ordinary person. So she simply ignored him and hurriedly walked past.

Just out of prison, Brett's eyes narrowed, and he immediately caught up, saying, "Wait!"

*

"How could they let him escape from prison!" someone in the office exclaimed angrily.

Another person explained, "After all, this is not a real prison, it's a juvenile detention center for 15-year-olds."

The Murray family pursued the case of home invasion to the end, and in the end, considering the offender was a minor at the time, they sentenced him lightly to only 5 years.

But as soon as he/she ran...

"Was the shelter supposed to slack off?!" a furious shout interrupted the person's reminiscence.

"It was our mistake!"

"Go and keep an eye on Sara over there."

Brett did run indeed.

However, he is now in the status of a "wanted criminal".

He wanted to openly look at her sister and live with her sister, but instead it became a restraint and invisible pain...

*

When Susie returned to the Murray family, Alana had just finished preparing the meal.

It was said to do it casually, but the table was filled with things flying in the sky, running on the ground, and swimming in the water. Everything was complete!

Clara's eyes lit up, "Wow! It looks so delicious!"

She immediately floated over and sat eagerly on the side.

David, Michael, and Ryan all came back, while Martin was on his way back. He didn't know why he experienced a little setback, so Jinny left the Murray family before her confinement period was over. Martin, being worried, followed her.

Of course, when Susie came back, Jinny definitely followed her back.

David lowered his head and carefully served noodles to Susie.

Michael could speak more than his other siblings, and he complained to Susie, "I peeled shrimp for an entire afternoon! Look! My nails are all split!"

Ryan came up with the food, saying, "Michael, stop taking credit! David peeled the most shrimp."

Craig's face turned pale as he asked, "Is it childish?"

Taking credit for someone else's work, we are all grown-ups.

Susie brought fork, rice, and dishes to her mother, skillfully inserting a pair of fork.

When Clara left in the past, the Murray family used to do the same, but they knew that once a person is gone, they no longer stay in this world. So, Clara's utensils were put away, no longer placed on the dining table, but instead placed in the ancestral hall for separate worship.

Whenever there was a festival or holiday, the family would arrange all the dishes and fork, as if she had returned to celebrate together.

Seeing this familiar operation now, the brothers all paused.

Alana was taken aback and waited for Ada and the others to go to the other side to eat before asking, "Who came back?"

She thought it was Susie's Micky, or maybe her friend's.

But Susie heard her say, "Grandma, mom is back!"

Snap...!

The fork in Alana's hand fell down.