Chapter 10

David was full of smiles. "Great, you are simply the gift God gave me."

As he spoke, he took a photo, and then put the gift he prepared into their hands.

Louis was a bit awkward; it was fine before awakening memories, but after awakening memories, being praised like this, there was always a sense of shame in his heart, and he wished he could find a crack to drill into.

But there was nothing he could do; after all, he was a child now, so he could only learn to accept it, and experiencing childhood again was actually a wish that many people could only dream of.

Emma, on the other hand, always maintained a joyful smile.

She took the gift box and said thank you.

The family began to cut the turkey with knives, divide the cake, although the family didn't believe in Christ, but after all, they were celebrating Christmas, so they prayed a few words casually.

It must be said that Louis had a misunderstanding in his impression of America—the turkey that looked delicious was actually not delicious at all; its meat was very dry, chewing it was like eating firewood, and the seasoning was also difficult to enter the meat; except for its large size and high meat yield, it was not as good as a root of ordinary broiler chicken!

Of course, it's not bad to taste it occasionally.

Louis tasted it and stopped, focusing his attack on the cake and roast meat; the roast meat stained with cumin and chili powder was even exploding with juice, which was one of Louis's favorite foods.

David grinned and laughed; Louis ate as much as he roasted, and from time to time he would cut a strip of turkey meat for him, dip it in seasoning, and pour a cup of water to hand over.

At the same time, he was still praising, "Louis has been very sensible during this time, not only helping with housework, but his grades at school are also very good; this is a reward for you..."

Emma, who was eating cake alone, slowly lost the smile on her face.

She was angry.

The accomplice and "friend" in her eyes was now taking away her interests—unforgivable!

This wasn't the first time he had done this.

Must give him some lessons.

But at this time, Louis looked over and forked a strip of turkey meat and put it on Emma's plate.

David looked gratified, while Emma bit her lip. "Thank you."

Her left hand under the table was clenched tightly into a fist.

Louis glanced at her, not caring about the malice in her eyes; she felt that Louis was snatching her father's love, but in fact, this was just David's sympathy for Louis, the "orphan," and a reward for Louis's help during this time.

If she had observed carefully, she would have found that the cake on her plate was the only part with fruit; the reason she wasn't given roast meat was because she didn't like to eat it anyway.

But she wouldn't notice it, or rather, she actually noticed it, but no!

Because Louis had already affected Dad's love for her, her interests had been infringed!

Soon.

Christmas ended, Emma reached eight years old, and Louis was seven.

Emma returned to her room after eating, while Louis helped wash the dishes before returning.

Coming upstairs, Louis first looked at the hair he had clipped at the door seam of his room, and only after seeing it hadn't fallen did he open the door with peace of mind. Returning to the room, Louis opened the gift, inside which was a peach wood short sword that looked very neat and smooth.

"??? This, he noticed?"

Before, he had actually asked about peach wood, and even spent the pocket money he earned to buy an amulet made by an old man in a nearby shopping street; he didn't expect that after just one inquiry, David had remembered it; it looked like it was bought from Chinatown.

It must be said that David is really a good person; hmm, decided, this antisocial girl who will kill your daughter in the end will be left to me to correct for you!

Waving the short sword, Louis didn't rush to sleep; he didn't believe that Emma, the antisocial girl, would endure it after having malice. She must have some action.

One o'clock in the morning.

*Click. *

The door opened slowly.

A foot stepped in gently.

The next second, *click-clack. *

The lights flashed on.

Louis looked with interest at Emma, who was tiptoeing and holding a music box.

"Emma, are you here to give me a gift in the middle of the night?"

Emma froze in place; hearing this, she took a deep breath and squeezed out a smile. "Yes, yes, on such a holiday, I think a sister should give a brother a gift."

"Oh, is that so? I hope you don't want to give me the gift and then tell David that I stole it," Louis said with a smile, while walking over to close the door.

"No, how could you think of me like that? You know, it was me who asked Dad to take you in; I couldn't do such a thing," Emma said, but her footsteps quietly retreated.

Louis rolled his eyes, too lazy to act anymore. "Emma, I don't mean to snatch fatherly love, nor will I stay at your house forever, so you don't have to harbor evil intentions toward me; this is a warning, next time it won't be a joke."

After speaking.

Louis stepped forward two steps quickly and patted Emma on the shoulder.

The next second.

The scene before Emma's eyes became slightly blurred, and a faint sound came to her ears; the sound was like her own voice from deep inside, and it seemed to have a certain power to make people believe.

Hallucinations seemed to appear before her eyes; before her eyes was Dad coaxing her to sleep—yes, I should go back to my room to sleep.

One step, two steps, three steps...

She left Louis's room swaying, not forgetting to close the door.

Watching the other party leave, Louis looked at the slight hallucinogenic powder mixed in his fingernails and nodded; it seemed that the cotton-pulling art was not far from mastery.

Sunlight emerged.

At six o'clock in the morning.

*Bang! *

Emma sat up suddenly, looking at her room, her eyes full of horror.

In the dream just now, she had a nightmare, dreaming back to the Emilia manor, enduring darkness and fear in that cramped room... from time to time, dark arms would stretch out from all directions...

But soon, she calmed down a bit, and then her face became ugly.

If, she meant if.

If the memory in her brain was correct, she went to the room next door last night, but was discovered; after a simple conversation, he issued a warning to her.

Then... she lost consciousness, returned to bed for no reason? Slept until now?

Is... is it a witch?

The fear of being imprisoned and intimidated by Emilia returned again.

She clutched the quilt, huddled on the bed, and fell into a brief daze; her long hair was frizzy, and combined with her expression at this moment, she simply looked like a child who had been frightened.

At this moment, she finally realized that she was afraid she had made a mistake, inviting a guy who was no less than herself in heart and also knew her other side into the house...

Morning.

Facing the sunlight, eating breakfast, Emma gave Louis a big smile, and Louis also returned a kind smile knowingly.

David, who saw this scene beside him, was very happy.

Good, really good!

(End of this chapter)