C65 Daughter Is a Helper

Dempsey Wilson couldn't help but admit it. He sighed in self-blame: "Yes, Daddy was wrong, very wrong, Daddy wanted to make up for you guys. Frank, what do you want Dad to do, then you can make up with me."

Dempsey Wilson could see that his daughter was his little lover in his previous life. In this life, she was still his little cotton-padded jacket and loved him wholeheartedly. However, his son was mature and smart, and if he wanted to gain his recognition, the journey would be long.

Frank Scott's intelligent big eyes spun around twice. Then, he said thoughtfully, "If you can make my mommy fall in love with you, and if you can also love my mommy wholeheartedly, I'll forgive you."

"Can you change the conditions!" Dempsey Wilson felt that there was no room for discussion on this matter.

There was no way he could have fallen in love with that woman, and he could not guarantee that she would have fallen in love with him.

"No, this is my only condition. Daddy, whether father and son can have the same heart depends on your ability." Frank Scott was full of spirit as if he was a lowly person who had achieved his goals.

Dempsey Wilson glared at his son with a headache. After all, this little thing only knew how to consider that woman.

"Alright, I'll try my best, but I can't guarantee... What if I'm not your mommy's type? " Although Dempsey Wilson felt that this matter was unlikely to be accomplished, he had no choice but to promise that he would give it a try.

"That would be very impressive. If my mom likes other uncles, then I can only respect Mommy's decision!" Frank Scott showed an indifferent expression.

"Hey, you're my son, how can you so easily recognize another man as your father?" Dempsey Wilson was so anxious that his face turned dark.

Did this little fellow really understand the importance of this matter? His son, how could he acknowledge someone else as his father? He absolutely could not.

"If you can't make my mommy fall in love with you, then you can only accept this fact, Daddy! Come on!" Frank Scott shook his short legs leisurely.

Dempsey Wilson looked at the little girl who looked exactly like him in disbelief. Very good, she already knew how to threaten people at such a young age. As expected, she inherited his dark and cold personality.

"Frank, since you also wish for me to have a good ending with your mother, then shouldn't you help dad create more opportunities?" Dempsey Wilson decided to pull the little guy into the water. That way, he would be able to do whatever he wanted in the future.

But Frank Scott was smart: "I'm just a kid, I don't get involved with adult affairs. Plus, I won't help you pursue my mommy, I hope my mommy can choose who she likes freely, even if she doesn't like you and likes other uncles, I still support her. She's too pitiful, I have to love her well."

Dempsey Wilson was completely speechless. So smart at such a young age, is this what that woman meant by "good education"?

Well, see how he educated his son. She's in full debt.

Clarie Scott came out of the bathroom with her daughter in her arms. She saw Dempsey Wilson changed into a new set of clothes and continued to sit on the sofa. She couldn't help but frown. "Why haven't you left yet?"

"Mommy, Daddy promised me he'd take Emma to bed tonight." Emma Scott suddenly said, surprising everyone.

Since it was Clarie Scott, she immediately objected, "Emma, no, Mommy will hug you to sleep tonight."

"No, I want to sleep with Daddy and Mommy. Please, Mommy, I've never slept with Daddy before." The little guy didn't understand the complicated feelings between adults at all. He only wished that he could lie down between his father and his mother like other children and be a happy little angel.

"Emma, from what Mommy said, can you let big brother sleep with you tonight?"

"No, my brother will kick my stomach at night and steal my blanket, I don't want to sleep with him!" Emma Scott's temper flared up, and nothing she said was of any use. She pitifully blinked her big watery eyes and said, "The children in cartoons all sleep with their parents."

When Dempsey Wilson heard that his daughter wanted to stay and sleep, he was already happy.

Although Clarie Scott's straightforward rejection made him a little unhappy, but his daughter's insistence made him in a wonderful mood.

Frank Scott immediately cursed on the side, "Coward!"

When Emma Scott saw that her brother was actually scolding her, she immediately became agitated. With tears in her eyes, she glared at her brother. "Brother, you're really annoying."

Clarie Scott was most afraid of the two little fellows tripping over each other. When their mental energy and physical strength were at their peak, the two of them could curse each other like this for half a day.

Seeing that the two kids were scolding each other again, Clarie Scott helplessly rubbed her forehead. She immediately shouted sternly, "Alright, alright, stop talking already. Frank, sleep with Mommy tonight. Emma, sleep with your dad."

"Don't... I want to sleep in my daddy's mommy's room! " Emma Scott was a small girl, so she had a lot of demands.

Dempsey Wilson felt it was good to have a daughter. The more he looked at her, the more he liked her. He really wanted to hug her and kiss her.

"I feel that this little wish of my daughter isn't too much, how about …"

"No, absolutely not. I can't anyway!" Clarie Scott interrupted Dempsey Wilson before he could finish his words.

Dempsey Wilson's handsome face immediately darkened. What was this woman tall for? If it wasn't for the fact that his daughter was close to tears, would he have shared a bed with her?

"What a crybaby. Sigh, when will you be as calm and mature as I am? I really doubt if we're siblings. " Frank Scott sighed with emotion.

Clarie Scott didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Her son's little mouth was just like that. He always liked to tease his sister, making her blush. Wasn't he feeling a sense of accomplishment?

"I don't want you to be my brother anymore, I'll go and find George tomorrow to be my brother. He treats me so well." The George that Emma Scott spoke of was a kindergarten friend. When they ate together at noon, the kid fed her and Emma Scott felt that he was very nice to her.

"I don't want to talk to you, Mommy. I'm going upstairs to bed!" Frank Scott liked to sleep alone, so he had trained his courage since he was young. It would be much easier to sleep alone.

Dempsey Wilson had never had the right to speak since he was young.

His dark eyes swept across Clarie Scott's tense face from time to time. This woman was truly cold-blooded and ruthless. Even when her daughter was crying, she still refused to compromise.

Do you love your daughter or not?

Clarie Scott crouched down and tried to reason with her daughter.

Unfortunately, Emma Scott was too focused on sleeping between her father and Mommy, so she didn't listen.

"Mommy, I'm begging you, just this once, just this once, okay!" Emma Scott insisted, because she had never tried to feel what it was like to sleep in the middle of her father's mommy.