The Butler's voice sounded outside the door. Emma Aiden's body instantly stiffened, and her eyes stared straight at the door panel.
Had she heard wrong just now?
She must have been too nervous, causing hallucinations.
How could it be that just as she thought of her father, her father appeared…
Even if a fortune-teller were to predict, they wouldn't come up with something so accurate.
"Emma Aiden, are you awake?" The Butler's voice sounded again.
"..." It really wasn't her hallucination.
Emma raised her head to glance forward, then lowered her head to look at herself. If she went out like this now, it wouldn't be her father taking her home, but rather having her leg broken directly.
"Butler, where's Harry?" Emma tightened the quilt around her body and moved to the door, asking through it.
"The Young Master received messages from Mr. Aiden and has already gone downstairs. He is now downstairs having tea with Mr. Aiden, so Emma Aiden you don't need to rush downstairs."
