She stared at him coldly and Neuer shivered. Her cold gaze was intimidating and piercing like an adult's. He had never seen a child look at anyone like that. When she was done staring, she decided to greet.
“Good evening, Mr Neuer.”
What the f**k happened to dad?
“Emma?” Nelly called to bring her to order but the obedient little girl didn't flinch. Nelly and Neuer exchanged glances. Neuer moved closer to her and sat beside her. Emma grabbed her chips and focused her attention on the television.
“Baby, are you alright?” he asked cautiously.
“It's Emma,” she corrected.
“Emma! Can you behave? Do you want me to s***k your butt?” Nelly yelled.
“No mummy.”
“Apologise to your father this minute!”
“I'm sorry, Mr Neuer,” she apologised, deliberately skipping the word, ‘dad.’
Emma, fo
