I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

"I'm so sorry, Kristan, I shouldn't have asked about your sadness.

No, Emma, ​​I don’t have the courage to face it

"

Frost Manor.

With the breeze blowing, the newborn sun shines on all things in all directions with light, and the fresh dewdrops on the plants in the garden are shining brightly.

Such tranquility and harmony did not last long, and a roar that was completely opposite to this atmosphere came from Winston's study.

"I finally understand, son, why you must have a male secretary and the way you hold the goblet."

Winston was holding a recording pen in his hand, impressively playing the conversation between Emma and Christan last night.

In that heart-to-heart conversation, Christan treated each other sincerely and confessed his secret, which he thought was a secret between brother and sister, but was ruthlessly exposed to the family at this moment.

"Where did you get the recording?" Christian didn't deny it, he just asked.

"Adrienne." Emma frowned, and suddenly thought of a possibility that made her feel crazy.

"That's right, it's me." Adrienne opened the door and admitted generously.

"Who have your rights?" Christian asked angrily.

"I'll give mine," Adrienne said quietly.

"You violated me." Christian slapped the chair hard and stood up.

"That's too exaggerated Christian, there shouldn't be secrets in our family." Adrienne crossed her arms and said jokingly.

Corlydia, who was grooming herself early in the morning, heard the movement, couldn't help but pushed open the door, and walked over from the bedroom

"What is everyone shouting about?"

Winston raised his head impatiently, but became even more irritable the moment he saw Corlydia dressed up.

At this moment, Corlydia is still dressed in a gothic style, but the difference is that she now wears a nose ring and has many tattoos.

"Corlydia, what the hell are you doing? You're hurting yourself."

"It's a statement, either you like it or you live with it."

"Use a laser to get rid of it"

"Don't even think about it."

There was another quarrel. Emma frowned unconsciously. She took out a magazine from her bag. She had been preparing it for a long time.

"Dad, look at this." Emma handed the fashion magazine to Winston, "I think you'll like this."

"Hey, Emma, ​​where did you get this?" Seeing this magazine, Adrienne, who had always had a good chance of winning, became unusually flustered.

No one else, just because the sexy woman on the cover of this magazine is her.

"Adrienne, you went to shoot a magazine cover without our knowledge." Winston raised his head coldly.

"I'm very disappointed in you, all of you, very disappointed."

Emma was irritated by such a tone, and she asked back, "Well, it doesn't matter, but what about you, Dad."

"What did you do with that woman last night? As a married man, but you behaved like this, do you deserve some punishment?" Emma's mouth raised a nice arc.

"Don't make random accusations. You must at least provide evidence."

Winston is very strong and has always been at home. He almost prevents everyone from doing what they want to do. Emma has endured this kind of force for more than ten years, but now, it is time to make some changes.

The rebellious psychology inspired by Winston's reprimand this morning made Emma take the initiative.

Winston hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly felt someone coming. He turned around and saw his wife, Emma's mother Hezier, standing at the door, holding a familiar video camera in her hand.

Emma was extremely surprised as to how my camera appeared in my mother's house beyond the plan.

Emma has to admit that it has been a disaster recently, with ups and downs and ups and downs.

The quarrel in the morning broke up unhappily, and after lunch at noon, Christian wanted to leave the manor and return to his villa, but was stopped again.

"I've been too indulgent with you all this time, Christian, you should go back to where you belong, you should go home." Winston's tone softened a bit, but it stopped when Christian and Alison Ma Li only felt hypocrisy.

"That sounds really tempting, Dad. Maybe I misunderstood you before. I always thought you were a parent who cares about your children. However, my adult discernment tells me that I should decline your offer to play with you."

This is the path I chose. I just want to live alone. No power can change these facts. Good night."

Christan spoke righteously, and after speaking passionately, he walked away.

"It's really chic, isn't it?" Adrienne took out the goblet and took a sip of red wine.

Winston turned his head and gave her a cold look. Adrienne shrugged indifferently and put down the goblet, "I still have some work, Father."

"Bo'er." Corlydia blew up the gum "Me too."

Emma didn't say anything, stood up quietly, and walked forward with an imperceptible smile and envy on her face.

This is so cool

early morning.

The atmosphere at home is getting weirder and weirder, everyone is wearing a deep mask to disguise themselves, this feeling makes Emma almost suffocate.

Emma left the bedroom in her pajamas, but saw a certain room.There was still a light, she followed the light to find it, and saw her mother Hezier.

"mother"

"Emma, ​​why don't you go to bed so late?" Hazel sat alone on the sofa, flipping through a pink photo album in her hand.

"I want to ask you something"

"I'm fine, just can't sleep, looking through old family albums."

The sofa was beside the bed, and the dark blue moon shone in through the window, and an unexplained chill soaked into Emma's heart.

"I never meant to give you the camera, and the photos." Emma's original plan was just to negotiate with her father, nothing more. She never thought of giving these photos to Hazel, because she knew too well how important these photos were to this person. The destructive power of fragile families.

"That bag girl Emma, ​​your imagination is too rich. These photos are not a big deal. Your father is just socializing and doing business."

Heizier's tone was calm, which made Emma feel terrified.

"You can't deceive me. You didn't believe his lies at all. You know these are not facts. How do you explain the photos of them dancing together?"

"What's wrong with dancing? Emma, ​​you also attended the dance. It was just dancing. It was nothing at all."

"But I arranged a scene of him having close contact with that woman."

"But there's only one wrist in that picture, isn't there?"

"Okay, let's be direct, Mom, now you think I just filmed other people to frame him, don't you?"

The depression at home made Emma almost explode, and she couldn't help becoming irritable.