I had no choice but to endure it. Instead, she tried to find other topics to chat with Charlie, but the boy's attention was glued to the cartoon. She said ten sentences, and he only lazily agreed to one. Finally, Amelia gave up talking to him.
Finally, they arrived at the art museum. Amelia went in with Charlie. After five years of operation, her gallery had acquired many famous paintings and become a renowned art museum in the country. Charlie walked in, looking curiously at one painting, then another. It was as if he knew how to appreciate them.
Amelia felt disdainful. She thought that even though the child carried her brother's blood, he was also the wicked son of Emma Johnson. There was no way he could have any artistic talent.
"Charlie, this is your first time at an art museum. Do you like it very much?"
"Not my first time, of course. The paintings here are terrible. Auntie, haven't you been to the Louvre or the Uffizi Gallery? I think you need to go more often, Auntie. Otherwise, your taste will really decline."
After saying that, Charlie shook his head with an old-fashioned look. Amelia's eyes twitched, and her hand clenched tightly, almost lifting to hit Charlie.
"Charlie, have fun here. Auntie has to go to a meeting first."
"Alright, Auntie, you go ahead."
Charlie agreed very happily. He even waved to Amelia, as if he couldn't wait to see her leave. Amelia felt that if she had to face this little brat any longer, she would explode with anger.
So it was better not to see him right now.
She then went upstairs to hold a meeting that didn't exist at all.
Charlie blinked cunningly, watching Amelia's retreating back. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, looking a little cold.
"Miss Johnson, long time no see."
Emma had originally come to The Waterfront to have dinner with Mia, but she didn't expect to run into Kennedy Taylor. A few years had passed, and Kennedy looked more mature and charming, every move exuding the allure of a beauty. Olivia had told Emma that Kennedy was now the most popular single lady in high society. The more Emma thought about it, the more she felt that Kennedy's life was not simple.
At the beginning, she had been almost crushed to the bottom by Liam. Now, with the passage of time, instead of fading away, she was better than before.
Such a woman, though not someone to be close friends with, was still somewhat admirable. Emma greeted her politely.
Kennedy was clearly the same as Emma. Although she was polite, she didn't mean to be intimate with her. After all, the lesson from Liam was still fresh in her mind. Now, although she didn't know if Liam still had feelings for Emma, Kennedy didn't dare to provoke her. Even though her heart was jealous and hated this woman, she still wore a polite and friendly smile.
A few minutes later, she left the place with her friends.
"Didn't you say you were recently looking for a strong businesswoman to be the cover of the magazine? I think Kennedy is quite suitable. Do you want to choose her?"
After seeing Kennedy leave, Mia suggested to Emma with a smile.
"Don't forget that her other identity is Daniel Taylor's aunt. I don't want to provoke her. There are plenty of strong women out there. She's not the only one who's suitable."
Emma gave her friend a speechless look. She had been avoiding Daniel too much lately. How could she possibly contact anyone related to him?
"Well, do you have a good candidate?"
Mia waved her hand and then asked her curiously. Then, she saw her friend looking at her as if she were some kind of treasure, which made her feel numb.
"Why are you looking at me?"
Mia asked.
"Mia, Mia, thank goodness for your intelligence. Don't forget, you are also one of the strong women."
Olivia looked at Mia teasingly and made a clear statement. It was the onlookers who saw clearly. Mia couldn't help but shake her head at Emma.
"I can't do it. Don't make up your mind."
"Mia, you also know that although New York Fashion Magazine is out of crisis now, it's still very difficult to return to its original position. It's just a few photos and an interview. You should help me, okay?"
Emma held Mia's arm, shaking it, and said flatteringly.
With Olivia's lobbying, Mia finally reluctantly agreed. Emma put down one thing in her heart, but before she could relax, she suddenly received a call from Liam.
Why was he calling her at this time? Emma was a little confused, but she picked up her phone.
"Did Charlie come back to you?"
Liam's usually calm voice sounded a little worried at the moment, and Emma's heart thumped.
A bad feeling came over her.
"What happened to Charlie? Isn't he with you? Where are you now? I'll be right there."
Emma immediately stood up, her voice shaking. Mia and Olivia looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes. Although Emma had only said a few words, they knew what had happened—Charlie might be lost. So they didn't hesitate any longer and left with Emma. After all, Charlie was also their godson, and they were in great pain. If something happened to Charlie, they would not spare Liam.
Emma drove to Amelia's Art Museum. At the moment, Amelia was crying in front of the gloomy Liam.
"I just let Charlie play in the art museum. Who would have thought he would run out without a trace?"
"You mean it's Charlie's fault? You don't have any responsibility, do you?"
Before Liam could speak, Emma began to speak angrily. Amelia was stunned. Then she looked up and saw a face she didn't want to see.
"Brother, why did you call her here?"
Her voice was obviously very unwilling.
"You lost my son, my mother. Can't I come? Amelia, if you can't find Charlie today, I will be blamed for calling the police and saying that you lost my son."
Emma's eyes were chilled with ice. Amelia saw it, and her heart turned cold. But she still stared at her unwillingly.
"If you had educated your son properly, would he have run away from the gallery?"
In one sentence, she clearly tried to push the responsibility onto Emma.
"Amelia, shut up."
Liam angrily rebuked Amelia. Amelia looked at Liam's protective attitude towards Emma, and her grievance grew even worse. It was just terrible.