Emma planted her hands on her hips, glaring at me like a stubborn little calf.
“Don’t you dare blame Aunt Chloe! I played that piece for her because she loves it.
You don’t understand anything about music—you wouldn’t appreciate such an elegant piano piece even if I played it for you!
Not like Aunt Chloe—this Dreams of Love is practically written just for her!”
Her words stabbed into my mind like needles.
Daniel frowned, his tone soft as he tried to coax her.
“Emma, apologize to your mother. She’s upset today because you played that piece for Aunt Chloe.
If Mommy doesn’t forgive you, she might leave this home—leave us.”
Emma pouted and shook her head.
“I don’t care. That song was for Aunt Chloe. If Mommy wants to leave, let her leave.”
Her eyes suddenly lit up as she looked at Chloe.
“If Mommy leaves, then let Aunt Chloe be my new mommy. Everyone likes Aunt Chloe, and they’ll all be jealous of me.”
“Last time, on Children’s Day, Aunt Chloe came to pick me up from kindergarten. The other kids even asked if she was my mom. I like Aunt Chloe. I want her to be my mommy.”
So it was Chloe who had been picking Emma up all along?