"Uncle," Lorne Noah Jackson looked at the man and politely said.
Her father… Her dad?
The Emily Simpson in his arms was startled. Had her father already come back?
But… she was now in Lorne Noah Jackson's arms… The atmosphere made it so awkward...
Thinking this, she didn't dare to lift her head, instead she quietly rested it against Lorne Noah Jackson's chest and pretended to sleep again.
"What's wrong with Emily?" Mason Simpson, seeing his daughter in Lorne Noah Jackson's arms, showed a look of concern.
"Nothing, she's just asleep," Lorne Noah Jackson looked down at the person in his arms who was pretending to sleep again, and calmly said.
Hearing Lorne's words, Mason Simpson breathed a sigh of relief.
So she was asleep. He had thought she was injured.
"You've had it tough, Lorne. Take her back to her room to rest," Mason Simpson said in a lowered voice, then smiled at Lorne Noah Jackson.
Lorne Noah Jackson nodded, then carried Emily Simpson towards the staircase.
