Chapter 3 Not welcome

Emma was so disappointed that it was like a big pot of cold water being poured down on her head. How did that happen? Last week, he was on the phone complaining that she was fastidiously living abroad alone. He missed her because he couldn't leave the country for work. He also said in the WeChat video that he would like to never hang up and watch her forever. It had only been a few days, how did it come to this? Was this a dream? Or was she hallucinating?

"Hey! Emma, are you there? "Her friend shouted from the other end of the phone, Emma finally came back to her senses.

"Here it is! Ma'am." Seeing Emma's delayed intention to get out of the car, the driver opened his mouth to remind.

"Oh! Good. Jessie, I'm busy now, and I'll talk later." Emma hung up the phone after saying that.

"Bang!" Emma got out of the car and closed the door.

"Sis?!" The sound of the door closing drew the attention of two sweethearts on the roadside. Lucy and Bill immediately separated as if they were thieves. They stood at the curb and looked at Emma who was dragging the luggage.

"Hi! It's been a long time, guys!" Emma slowly turned around and looked at them in front of her with a comparable perfect smile on her face.

The Brown family's living room.

Emma was sitting on a single couch, and her luggage was placed next to her. Her father, James Brown sat directly across from her. On the right-hand side of the three-person couch sat the grandmother Kate Green, who hadn't liked her since she was a child, her stepmother Joyce Lee, and her sister Lucy Brown, who had taken her boyfriend away. Their faces were completely devoid of any smiles. It was obvious that they didn't welcome Emma's sudden return, even to the point of disgust. It wasn't hard to tell from the grandmother's undisguised disgust in her eyes.

"Why did you return to the country early?" James's slightly reproachful tone rang out.

"Oh, I got homesick, so I came back," Emma replied with a shrug. Since they weren't going to actively bring up the matter of Lucy, and she wasn't going to actively bring it up. Sometimes you made the first move, you would fall behind.

"Are you so capricious? You're in your twenties, is this vacation time? Are you the kind of person who just wants to go back despite your studies? I pay you to go to a foreign country to further your studies and you come back like this for me?" As if he had finally found a reason to take offense, James slapped his hand on the table and stood up.

"Oh, did dad forget? I graduated the year before last, and I remember calling to tell you that, huh?" Emma looked at her father whom she hadn't seen for five years. She had thought that when she saw him after many years, even if it wouldn't be like the drama, but not so angry at the sight of it, right? It seemed that she was too naive, and some things couldn't be changed by long absence.

"Graduation? Then why don't you come back? And you've been abroad for so long? Is this because you think it's easy for me to make money?" James immediately growled again. Perhaps it was the long treatment like this, James did not find anything wrong with this tone at all, and this attitude must be for a daughter who did not listen to discipline.

"Well? Didn't Auntie Lee say you wanted me to intern abroad for a while before coming back? She said that I could learn some advantages of foreign business models and give you some advice on the company's reform in the future, could it be that Aunt Lee... "Emma said while turning her gaze to her stepmother Joyce Lee with a question in her eyes.