You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 271- I want a hug

Tiffany remained seated on the sofa, silently watching everything unfold, not offering any help.

Bert finally crouched down in front of Emma Washington, trying to soften his voice.

"What’s wrong?"

Bert thought that if this were a boy, he would have no hesitation in punching him and making him cry. However, she was a girl, and a girl crying like a delicate flower, so he couldn’t bring himself to have such thoughts.

The young girl wiped her tears with her hand, looking at him pitifully as she cried and said,

"Did I upset you? Otherwise, why do you dislike me so much?"

After she finished speaking, she blinked, and a fresh stream of tears rolled down her cheeks.

He had no choice but to ask,

"Why do you think I dislike you?"

"Then why don’t you talk to me? I’ve said so much to you, but you don’t pay any attention to me. Waa—"

Her protests were accompanied by increasingly sorrowful cries.

Bert regretted it immensely. Why did he end up with such a child? If he had known, he would have dealt with Lilian instead. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"I... I don’t dislike you. I was just thinking about something, so I didn’t hear you talking to me..."

In the end, Bert, under the assault of the young girl’s tears, said these insincere words.

After saying them, he regretted it. Why did he care about her feelings? He had deliberately ignored her, but he really couldn’t stand her endless crying.

However, the words were out, and he couldn’t take them back. He could only comfort himself, telling himself it wasn’t because he couldn’t bear to see her so heartbroken, but because her crying was getting on his nerves.

He hadn’t slept well last night, and now she was crying so loudly in his ear that it felt like his head was going to explode. So, he compromised and said he didn’t dislike her, just wanted her to stop crying.

He thought that by saying this, at least she would stop crying, right? But to his surprise, the young girl blinked her teary eyes, looked at him, and cried even harder.

"You’re lying!"

"You clearly dislike me, you clearly don’t like me. I can tell from your eyes!"

She cried so hard she could barely catch her breath. After accusing him, she stomped her foot in frustration, turned around, and laid her delicate arms on the wall, burying her face in them as she continued to cry sadly.

Bert was completely bewildered.

So now, was she angry because he lied to her?

Can someone please explain to him why little girls are so hard to deal with? If he dislikes her, it’s wrong, but if he doesn’t, it’s still wrong...

Bert tried to look to Tiffany for help, only to see that Tiffany wasn’t even looking their way, quietly sitting on the sofa with her head down, reading a book.

In front of the sofa, there were several books on the coffee table. Tiffany had taken one of them and was holding it in her hands, reading, as if she had completely immersed herself in the content.

Bert snorted. The people in this family really had some nerve. The little one was inexplicably getting close to him, completely unaware of the danger, while the older one could still read a book and focus so intently on it.

In the end, he reluctantly decided to calm down the awkward little girl himself. He couldn’t just let her cry like this. He was sure that if he didn’t do something, she would cry endlessly.

"If you stop crying, I’ll show you something fun."

He tentatively spoke, trying to coax her. He didn’t really know what fun thing he could show her; he just wanted her to stop crying.

This seemed to have some effect. The young girl, eyes still filled with tears, glanced back at him, but there was obvious doubt in her eyes. She turned back to the wall and started choking up again.

Bert tried hard to make his expression and tone sincere.

"I’m serious. If you stop crying, I’ll play with you..."

At this point, the young girl stopped crying and looked back at him. Bert smiled at her, and seeing his smile, she seemed to believe him a little. Through her sniffles, she asked,

"Really?"

Bert nodded.

"Really. If you stop crying, it’s true."

The little girl wiped her tears with her hand, but since she had cried so hard, her hand was covered in tears and snot. She felt a little embarrassed, and Bert resigned himself to getting up to grab a tissue. He helped her wipe her hands, then her face and nose.

The little girl was very polite.

"Thank you."

Once he was sure the young girl had completely stopped crying, Bert stood up.

"Let’s go. I’ll show you something fun."

Bert thought to himself that his villa had been empty for a long time and had nothing suitable for a child to play with. The only fun thing was probably his pen.

With his pen, he could draw anything fun or interesting for her.

Bert walked ahead, and a small hand tugged at the corner of his shirt. He turned around to see the young girl looking up at him, acting sweetly.

" I want a hug. I didn’t have breakfast and don’t have the energy to walk..."

It was then that Bert remembered that neither she nor Tiffany had eaten breakfast.

He had completely forgotten, and Tiffany never mentioned it. Other than asking him not to leave Emma Washington with any psychological trauma when they first arrived, Tiffany had remained quiet, either taking care of Emma Washington or reading her book.

He made a phone call to the people waiting outside the villa, asking them to bring breakfast inside. Then, after hesitating for a moment, he walked over and picked up the young girl, carrying her as he headed to his study.

After they left, Tiffany, who had been reading on the sofa, closed her book and looked up at their departing figures.

For Tiffany, as a woman with no means of physical strength, the only thing she could do in this situation was protect her granddaughter, making sure she wasn’t hurt in any way.

As for the distractions and disturbances, she would leave that to them to handle.

However, Tiffany now felt that her granddaughter could handle Bert on her own, and there was no need for her to intervene.

Later, she thought that Bert’s willingness to compromise with Emma Washington might have something to do with blood ties, but ultimately, it also showed that Bert, at his core, wasn’t as ruthless as he might seem.

In the study, Bert and Emma Washington were together. Emma Washington was standing on Bert’s chair, leaning over his desk, while Bert stood beside her, half-leaning over the desk as well. The desk was covered with sheets of white paper, and Bert was drawing with a pen.

He had her tell him what she wanted, and once she said it, he would quickly sketch it for her. Within a few strokes, he brought the drawing to life. The young girl was delighted, clinging to him and asking him to keep drawing.