Mr. Scott feared nothing except seeing his daughter shed tears. Hearing her crying on the phone, he naturally softened.
Her mother's death had left a significant shadow in her heart, and as her father, he naturally prioritized comforting his daughter.
"Alright, alright, Dad will listen to you. We won't cooperate with your uncle, okay? Rosie, don't cry, Dad will listen to anything you say."
Rosie finally let out a giggle, "It's a deal then."
A father's phone call can't be filled with sad topics.
Rosie always liked to act spoiled to her father, her voice softening, "Dad, I want to eat sweet and sour fish, caramelized sweet potatoes, and pineapple rice."
"You want to be an actress, you know those people manage their weight with great discipline, neither eating sugar nor salt, but you seem to eat anything."
"That's all thanks to Mr. Scott's good genes, his daughter is naturally beautiful, I won't get fat."
"You have a sweet mouth."
