They parted at the hospital entrance.
Each returned to their own home.
Arthur Lindsey put his little mosquito baby in his car, and Ella Lacey drove her pink Maserati, following behind.
At a red light.
Arthur turned his perfect handsome face to gaze at his little baby, his rose-red lips parted slightly as he asked, "Little Mosquito, before you and Mommy went to the hospital, where did you go?"
"Is that why you pulled me into your car?" the little bun asked, her voice cold as ice, without looking at him.
"Don't be so blunt."
In front of his daughter, Arthur had a teasing smile, trying to alleviate the awkwardness—an unusual style for him.
But who could blame him? His little baby was so much like him that when she grew cold—oh, she was an unmerciful little queen!
"You can be more direct."
The little bun seemed to taunt her daddy, hitting the nail on the head, "You should ask like this, 'Did you guys kill Emma Campbell?'"
"..."
