John accompanied us to the museum. Though Emma’s script had very few lines, he remained distracted, repeatedly interrupting.
"What’s wrong with you guys? Ben finished in one take. Why are you so dumb?"
John muttered under his breath. Despite being upset, Emma smiled and tried to please him.
"One more time, Daddy. Can we try it just one more time?"
She reduced John’s lines to just one sentence, and finally, the filming was done.
Emma felt like she had completed an important task and danced around joyfully.
"Mom, I finally finished my assignment!"
John answered his phone, leaned in, and asked me where the household registry and property deed were.
I was lost in Emma’s happiness and without thinking, told him.
From that day on, John hadn’t returned home, claiming work trips.
Because of John cooperating with the video shoot, Emma had been extremely happy these days, watching the video several times every night before bed.
Soon, it was time for Emma to go back to school. I sent her to the school gate as usual.
Before I could get home, I received a call from Emma’s teacher, and I could hear Emma crying in the background.
"Mom, the school won’t let me in..."
I rushed to the school in panic.