Chapitre 81: 81

EMILY'S POV.

I scrolled upwards to a safe place where they had talked about Katie, and took my hand off Sadie's eyes.

"What was on it?" She snapped.

"I guess your eight-year-old brain can't guess." George teased, and she made to scroll, but we both swatted her hand away.

"Something really dirty. Something like what you saw him doing in the garden." I said, and her little fingers flew to her mouth.

"She is so screwed." She said, excitedly, and screamed in happiness. "We have to copy everything onto a flashdrive. You have one, George?" She asked.

"You know how to use it?" He asked, and she stuffed her hands into his bag.

"Don't joke with me." She replied.

"Wait, shouldn't we just threaten her with this, and send her away quietly?" I asked.