"Hey, my sweet baby, how can you curse your mommy like that..." Ella felt as if she was being scolded, as if her own life was short-lived.
At this time, Arthur Lindsey parked the car in the garage, strode over, and with a push of his long finger, closed the high-end wooden door.
Shutting out the chill of the winter night.
He took off his black overcoat, and Ella tenderly took it from him, hanging it in the cloakroom.
Then, he walked over to his precious daughter and ruffled her shiny black hair, "Emilia, baby, what did you do at home today?"
"Following the clue you gave me in my Christmas present," the little milk bun's response was somewhat profound.
However, Arthur understood.
The fondness shone in his handsome eyes, and with a thin smile, he said, "Well then, all daddy can do is wish you well."
Actually, though.
Inside, he felt anything but happy; his little lover had found a sweetheart so soon?
Following the clue meant that she was locating Julian Johnsons...
