I smiled too. Before going to bed, I said flatteringly, "Emily, can I give you a bath?"
Emily looked at me and then at Bell.
Maybe they were scared because I was too determined when I proposed divorce just now.
Bell nodded, and Emily obediently followed me into the bathroom.
I patiently washed Emily's hair, face. Everything was normal. Even the mole on her back was exactly the same.
Maybe it was because mother and daughter were connected by heart, when I looked at the girl in front of me, I didn't feel close to her.
Even if there was nothing unusual, I could tell that she was not my daughter.
