"Emma, play well this ti, don’t repeat what you did last round."
During the pause of sorting the tiles, Mrs. Taylor gently hinted, causing Emma’s hand to suddenly pause.
Emma was perceptive, so she quickly understood the true warning hidden in Mrs. Taylor’s seemingly gentle words.
Her expression suddenly changed.
She thought that deliberately letting Mrs. Taylor win the last round would earn her favor, but unexpectedly, Mrs. Taylor wasn’t pleased.
Or rather, she was very displeased with her actions.
Thinking of this, Emma pressed her lips together, her face growing paler.
Although Mrs. Taylor’s words weren’t explicit, everyone should have caught their aning.
At this mont, Emma felt her situation was both embarrassing and awkward.
"Alright, Auntie, I’ll be careful this ti."
She still forced a smile, finding a way to save face for herself.
The new round of Mahjong started, and Laura Jones, as she claid, could play but wasn’t skilled.
Many of the tiles she played allowed Emma to take trendous advantage.
Just like Emma in the previous round.
However, Emma had done it deliberately, while Laura was genuinely inadequate.
But unfortunately, Laura sat right before Emma, so even if Laura let so "fortune" slip by, only Emma benefited.
No one would think Laura was "purposely letting it slip" to win over Emma, which left Emma with no chance to mock Laura, even if she wanted to.
Hannah Taylor stood idly by the side for a mont, growing bored.
Watching Laura Jones earnestly play Mahjong, her eyes suddenly rolled, and she discreetly took out her phone, snapping a picture to send to William Wilson—
"The little bunny is playing Mahjong with my mom, losing terribly, so pitiful~~."
After sending it, Hannah waited a long ti but never got a response from William Wilson.
She just figured William was busy at the mont, so she didn’t continue to bother him.
Unnoticed, two hours had passed, and Laura Jones had suffered a terrible defeat.
"Laura, it seems like you don’t usually play Mahjong with your mom. Your skills are really atrocious."
Emma looked at Laura Jones, speaking with a playful tone.
"Hmm, I just started learning today."
"As children, we should spend more ti with our parents when we have free ti, not just focus on having fun ourselves."
Emma seized the opportunity to continue:
"Like , during holidays when I’m at ho, I play Mahjong with my mom whenever I can. It makes her so happy."
Hannah, standing by, couldn’t stand Emma’s sarcastic remarks.
Stepping on others to elevate herself, for what reason?
Trying to prove to her mom that she’s a dutiful child, a good candidate for a daughter-in-law?
What a pity, there was only one child in the Taylor Family, no chance for her to be their daughter-in-law.
Hannah rolled her eyes internally, and with a sharp tone, said:
"Then why were you playing so poorly in the previous rounds, letting my mom take such an easy win, making Sally so angry just now..."
Emma: "..."
Had Hannah taken gunpowder today?
Emma couldn’t recall offending this young lady, why was she constantly needling her?
That slip-up was supposed to be history, yet she had to bring it back up, what was her problem?
Mrs. Taylor first glanced at Hannah, then with subtlety, glanced at Emma, a vaguely aningful smile in her eyes.
Even her daughter noticed the little girl’s intention; how could she not see it?
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