“Mr. Collins, why waste your breath on her? All these years she hasn’t really cared for Emma. When Emma was barely born, she was already pestering me to have another child, a little brother for her.
Now Emma doesn’t like her—it’s only natural. She never spent time with the child, so why does she expect the child to be close to her?”
A flicker of sorrow crossed Daniel’s eyes, but it quickly turned into scorn.
“Sophia, even Mr. Collins says so. Can’t you stop being so paranoid?
Do you really have to scream about divorce and accuse Chloe over something so trivial?”
I lowered my gaze. I thought I had been strong enough—
Strong enough to face this pair who acted more like a couple than husband and wife.
But against their accusations, my heart still ached unbearably.
I opened my mouth but couldn’t find any words.
Just then, a rapid “thud-thud-thud” came from the stairs—someone was running down.
“Bad Mommy, I hate you!”
“Daddy, hurry up and sign the papers! I never wanted this mommy anyway!”
It was Emma. She rushed down from her room, clutching her doll, her small body like a cannonball aimed straight at me.
I almost lost my balance and fell.