Nellie did not expect her father would agree so easily, she remained in a daze for a while before coming to, walking into his room with her short little legs.
The little girl sat on the small platform before his bay window, glancing at Luna who was still dead drunk o n the bed, her worry and concern evident in her eyes. " Daddy, why is Aunty in your room?"
Joshua's eyes darkened. "She's drunk."
"Oh." Nellie pursed her lips. "Aunty must be so sad tonight."
He lifted his glass and filled it to the brim. "Would she be?"
"Of course." Sitting on the platform, her short legs swung to and fro in the air. "Aunty said she thinks Aunt Aura isn’t nice to me, she wants to sort out the problem about Aunt Aura before she leaves, otherwise, she would be worried."
With that, the little girl glanced at her father, her expression fully expressing her grievance. "But what about you, Daddy? You let the evil Aunt Aura go just like that. Aunty is worried about me, plus, she feels you do not care about me, of course, she would be sad!"
His hand that was holding the wine glass shuddered slightly.
Was... was that true?
He turned and glanced at Luna silently, then emptied the wineglass with one swift gulp. "Nellie, do you want to listen to my explanation?"
The little girl paused, then nodded. “Go ahead, I'm listening."
Whatever he said, whatever explanation he provided, i t would not change the fact that he did not care about her, and did not care about Mommy!
"I know, my decision tonight made both of you extremely unhappy, but..."
He raised his head expressionlessly. "I'm waiting for someone to come back, and deal with this matter herself."
Nellie scrunched her brows. "Who?"
"Your Mommy."
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