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Even though Samantha spent the next five minutes continuously explaining how amazing her little sister was, Mrs. White could barely keep up with less than half of what she was saying.
'E-Eh? W-Why would she know that? No no, w-why would I think weird things?! Emilia probably kissed her cheek, and this silly goose got so happy, un un. That's definitely it.'
Mr. White prayed to all the deities that did or did not exist that his wife wouldn't be able to figure anything out, as blatant as Samantha was being while praising her little sister to high heavens. 'And Samantha, for the love of god, don't you dare ntion sothing like the taste of her tongue next—'
In the end, maybe even the gods pitied the poor man, because not only did Samantha not ntion such a thing, even his wife really did sohow miss all the signs in front of her. "A-Alright, alright, Sam, stop. I'll admit it!"
Samantha finally stopped, startled as she just realized she had gone on a long tirade, carried away by her passion. "U-Uh…"
Mrs. White sighed. "I'll admit that Emilia is the cutest, most talented, and most intelligent 'little sister' in the world. Alright?"
The brown-haired girl cleared her throat, her face red in embarrassnt. "Y-You're not wrong, but—"
Mrs. White sighed. "Alright. I'll let you guys do as you please this ti. I have too much to deal with, anyway. But rember, Sam, even if your dad and Emilia can continue to be like this, you can't."
Samantha pursed her lips, and her mother seed to know what she was thinking.
"Don't give that look. No matter how much you adore her, never forget that Emilia is just a child!"
"M-Mom, she—"
Mrs. White sighed. "Don't argue. Listen, I know that she just plays around all day, every day. Even nowadays, where is she? I heard she doesn't co back to the mansion every day. From morning to night, she's always playing around with her friends. Is that wrong?"
Just as Samantha was about to open her mouth, the older woman shook her head. "And you know, she doesn't just play normal gas. That would be fine. But oh, that girl doesn't care about the consequences of her actions at all! Did you know that she recently started playing a detective ga with her friend?"
Of course, she knew all about it. What she wondered now was how much her mother had figured out, and how.
After all, the person Emilia had put in charge of the whole thing was Noelle. And if there was one thing she knew about that girl, it was that she would never tattle on them to even their parents unless they specifically asked about this matter, and at that point, they would have to already know.
Samantha gave her mother an awkward nod. "H-How did you—"
Mrs. White scoffed. "How did I know? Well, the commissioner had asked to see if I can get her to stop, you know?"
Of course, she'll admit that Emilia had her own rits. After all, the commissioner had co to their side only thanks to Emilia managing to reverse the plotting from the Black Tiger Corporation.
However, Mrs. White wouldn't start to blindly believe in the girl's 'wisdom' just because she succeeded once. If she made a mistake, the price would be too terrible, and Mrs. White did not want her family to suffer because of that.
"Although this will sound horrible of , it was fortunate that the hospitalized girl died, so I didn't have to waste my ti convincing either of them. I was told that this case might involve soone pretty high up, and is best not touched."
Samantha wondered if her mother would have a stroke if she told her that not only had Emilia not stopped looking into the case, she was practically toying with the whole situation, and even the girl's death was staged by her!
In the end, Samantha decided that since she had barely managed to convince the woman, it was better not to poke the snake's nest too much. The matter will beco known when the ti was right, anyway. 'I-I managed to accomplish what my precious baby asked of , and that's all that matters!'
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After the video call was cut off, Mrs. White couldn't help but give her husband a thoughtful look. "You know… you've been acting a little strange recently. If it wasn't obvious before, today you were just… Why do I feel like you're hiding sothing from ?"
Mr. White imdiately turned pale. "W-What? H-How could I dare hide anything from my dearest?! B-Blasphemy!"
Mrs. White narrowed her eyes in thought. "You haven't started keeping a 'side chick' again, have you?"
Her husband gave her a scandalized look. If soone overheard them, wouldn't they think he had already cheated on her in the past? He was obviously being frad! "O-Of course I would never—"
Mrs. White nodded. "Of course you shouldn't dare. Don't forget that the last ti you tried, what you got was a trap—"
Mr. White groaned. "DO NOT ever ntion that, please! I wasn't even trying to pick her— uh, him, up! I was honest to god just helping her… I an, him, leave the party!"
His wife sighed. "Sure sure… I believe you. Anyway, about Emilia and Sam—"
Mr. White imdiately stoop up straight. "There is NOTHING going on between them!"
"…"
"…"
For a few minutes, neither of them spoke a word.
In the end, Mrs. White sighed. "I-I was about to ask if we should maybe go check up on them to make sure they can handle the situation with Black Tiger better, but what you said is kinda… suspicious."
Her husband could feel cold sweat soak his back. "I… did I say anything?"
Mrs. White nodded. "That's even worse."
As a last, desperate resort, Mr. White gave his wife a pleading look, begging for her to just drop this topic for now, but it only made her more suspicious.
"So… mind telling what's going on between them?"
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~ To be continued ~
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