My Doting Husband

Holding the car key in his hand, he fixed his eyes on Emma's pale face.

"Are you hiding in the hospital after stirring up troubles?" Simon said coldly.

For such a father, Emma has nothing to say but felt bitterly disappointed.

She felt deeply wronged, then pulled the quilt over her head. Years of accumulated grievances seemed to burst out at that moment.

The quilt was uncovered by Simon, and the white ceiling lamp was bright that Emma had nowhere to hide.

Simon stared angrily at Emma who curled up on the hospital bed, and said angrily, "If it weren't for your step mother who forced Kate to tell the truth, I really didn't know that you have a relationship with Ivan."

His voice was heavy with sarcasm, Emma slowly raised her head, "what do you want to say?"

Simon was furious, "why did you learning nothing but choose to be a shameless the other woman at your young age?!"

"The other woman?"

Emma almost thought that there was something wrong with her own ears.

Simon said with certainty, which made her almost thought that she was the other woman who should be scolded. But what about the facts?

Emma sneered, staring at her cold-blooded father, "who is the other woman, Kate or I?"

Simon was taken aback when he was asked, and turned to irritably opened his coat with arms akimbo, then stared at her.

really didn't expect it! How did I educate you before? How could you be so shameless and call white black and black white? Since Kate and Ivan have such a good relationship, do you

moment, she suddenly didn't want to explain. In Simon's eyes, she would always be a bad girl. Simon would choose to believe Kate when he saw her

don't you speak anymore? Do you approve tacitly?" Simon, blue in the face, looked

her small face and looked at him indifferently, "if you came to denounce me, then you have finished your work. Can

and pointed at her angrily,

like you blame my mother?!" Emma finally became

these years was nothing more than that. Even if Emily passed away, Emma still would not allow anyone to speak ill of her, especially her father who

was trembling with anger but couldn't

after my mother passed away, but I am the only one knows what you did! Jessie is ungrateful, even not as good as a dog. Am I wrong? If it wasn’t my mother who subsidized her to finish college, how

crisp sound of slap seemed particularly abrupt in the

hide, but

He was nearly 50 years old but never thought

stared at him with wide eyes. She was reluctant to show weakness. Even if she wanted to cry, she held back her tears, "last time you hit me was because of Jessie, this time again, it is for her. You can't tolerate me saying anything bad of her. I want to ask you, have you ever cared about your

"..."

kind of girl Kate is. I know her temperament very well. But you,

She closed her mouth, stared at the ceiling lamp above her head, and

longer arguing, he

and back to the UK. Kate and Ivan

his words, Simon turned and left

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In a private club.

Edward pour the

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