"Don't even guess. Seeing you, she'd be more thrilled than seeing me."
Cherline Lindsey sat beside him, her intelligent demeanor as calm as ever, or perhaps slightly aloof.
Arthur Lindsey naturally understood his daughter's meaning, but he flashed a roguish smile and said, "Little Cher, your mommy's love for us is equal."
"No."
Cherline refuted her dad, "She loves you more."
"Should we run a test?" Arthur curled his lips into a grin.
"Let's not assume she'd have to choose who to save if the two of us fell into a river."
After saying this, Cherline unexpectedly burst into laughter. "Of course, my dad, being such a high-IQ man, definitely wouldn't entertain such a low-level hypothetical."
"Then perhaps you should suggest that the two of us would save ourselves, making the assumption invalid."
Arthur's gaze lingered deeply on his eldest daughter. She had grown up.
Truly grown up.
Every smile, every frown, radiated a distinct and unique vibrancy of a young woman.
