Just as Carlos was about to focus on the screen to see clearly what was written on it, the old laptop suddenly dimmed, as if it did it on purpose.
Locked.
The woman's little secret was blocked by that black screen.
Carlos frowned slightly, a trace of frustration flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed the strong curiosity in his heart.
Emily Parker, who was in his arms, seemed to be sleeping uncomfortably and moved restlessly.
He held Emily steadily with one hand, letting her head rest on his shoulder, while the other hand reached out to casually pick up the laptop.
Afraid of waking his sister, he carried Emily back to the study room.
There was also a bed in the study, and he gently laid Emily on it, tucked her in, and placed the laptop on the table next to the bed.
Looking at Emily's peaceful sleeping face and listening to her shallow breathing, sleepiness gradually overtook Carlos as well…
