Chapter 1165

Chapter 1165Chapter 1165 Weston rubbed the girl‘s head, trying very hard to keep his trembling hands under control
as he gently asked her, “What is your full name?”
Emma sucked on her thumb and rolled her eyes as she thought about the question. “I‘m Emma...” she
replied. Stella had always called her Emma and her brother Elias at home. Their full names were almost
never brought up, so she had forgotten what it was. All she knew was that she was Emma.
Weston chuckled at her response and then asked her,” How old are you this year?”
Stella immediately gave Emma a look to warn her. Emma, noticing this, carefully replied with a gulp, “I‘m
turning two this year...”
Before they came to Ahn City, Stella had repeatedly reminded her children that while they were in this
country, it was imperative they said they were a year younger than their actual age if anybody asked
them how old they were. The two children had no idea why their mother would want them to do such a
strange thing, but they still listened to her and did as they were told.
Emma was a little relieved that she remembered her mother‘s instructions in time just now. Otherwise ,
she would have committed mistake after mistake today, which would have meant that she was no longer
a good girl! Stella sighed in relief when she heard her daughter‘s response. Then she saw Weston‘s face
abruptly turn cold before he shifted his icy gaze towards her.
She turned away, ignoring his questioning looks, and merely asked him again impatiently, “When are you
going to give my daughter back to me?”
Everyone else was still in total shock.
When Weston slowly calmed down, the blood that had been boiling in his veins because of Stella
gradually simmered down because of her too. Feeling a little hot under his collar, he unbuttoned the top
of his shirt and gazed deeply at the woman in front of him. “How are you going to prove that she really is your daughter?” he asked her.
“But she IS my daughter!” Stella‘s eyes widened, appalled. “Why would I need to prove it? Didn‘t you
hear her calling me mommy?”
“But you heard what she said. She‘s not even two years old.”
With a shadow of a smile on his face, he turned to Stella and nonchalantly added, “She‘s only a baby.
What would she know? She even called me Daddy just now, so the fact that she called you Mommy
doesn‘t really prove anything, does it?”
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Emma looked up at the man and stared at him in confusion.
When did she ever call him Daddy? She clearly called him Unkie just now...
Stella took a deep breath, barely able to keep herself from exploding in anger in front of him. But she had
not seen him for three years. Now that they bumped into each other again, she had no desire to be too
enmeshed with him again.
“Just give her back to me now,” she begged, “and we‘ll talk about the rest later.... She‘s still very young,
so she‘d get scared if she stays too long with a stranger.” “But I don‘t think she‘s afraid at all,” argued
Weston. He turned to the little girl in his arms with a smile and asked her, “Are you scared of me, hmm?” Emma looked at him, then turned to Stella. She could that she should be afraid of this man, from the way
Stella was eyeballing her.
But didn‘t Mommy tell her that good girls never lied? So
what should she do?
Emma struggled with the dilemma for a while before she made up her mind. With her face all scrunched
up, she replied, “I‘m not scared of you. I like you very much...”
In the end, Emma decided that she would be an honest girl.
As she spoke, she clasped her hands on the nape of Weston‘s neck. The faint scent of milk wafted
through the air and tickled his nose. His eyes softened significantly as he looked at her. “Now that‘s a
good girl,” he told Emma in a polite tone.
“Thanks!” Emma responded, giggling happily. She then turned to her mother and saw the look in Stella‘s
eyes. She instantly became more cautious and reserved before telling Weston in a low voice, ‘‘But I still
like Mommy the most, so if Mommy wants me to be scared of you, I‘ll be scared of you…”
Stella took a deep breath, suddenly feeling a headache coming on.
How could her own daughter betray her like that?
But in that instant, the initially strained and serious atmosphere suddenly relaxed. After hearing what
Emma said, Weston chuckled and lovingly stroked her head.
Stella stared coldly at the interaction between Weston and Emma.
She knew that he was only treating Emma so nicely because he thought that the girl was his daughter.