All three children had always been obedient, and knew that they shouldn't provoke their father when he was being stern about something. They rarely acted this way. The air in the living room had turned stiff after Aurelia's rebellious act.
Actually, if Hendrix had reminded her once more, Aurelia would listen to him and head upstairs. However, he stared at her drooping little head in front of him, showing no signs of opening his mouth.
When someone's emotions simmered, they would easily do things that were inconsistent with his or her personality, especially children. If their parents gave in too easily, they would easily form the idea in their subconscious mind that they could get what they want by pretending to be pitiful. But this would only cause more conflict.
"Ahem..." I quickly pretended to clear my throat to remind Hendrix not to be so softhearted.
Hendrix turned his head away with his eyebrows knitted close together. He looked as though he couldn't bear to do it.
I was utterly confused.
Who was it that said that men had hearts of stone? It was clearly made of something much more fragile.
I had no choice but to be the bad guy here.
"Aurelia..."
"Aurelia."
As soon as I opened my mouth, a more delicate sounding voice called for her. I turned around and found that Anne was on her way downstairs to pick up her sister.
We locked eyes with each other and Anne nodded, indicating for me to stay calm. Then, she walked over and knelt down to talk with Aurelia.
"What's wrong with you today? I've been waiting for you upstairs for such a long time. Why aren't you coming upstairs?"
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