“Bastard son? That’s my biological child! Don’t talk so disgustingly, Brody. I’m warning you: don’t push your luck. Sign the divorce agreement now, or I’ll make you agree in a hundred different ways.”
“Mama, don’t hit Dad. I won’t go with him anymore.”
Ariana knelt, trembling as she begged.
I immediately pulled her to her feet.
“Ariana, remember this: she’s not your mother anymore.”
“A woman like her doesn’t deserve your kneeling!”
That slap from Kylie crushed the last piece of what remained between us.
From this moment on, I wouldn’t show an ounce of mercy.
“Kid, if Kylie isn’t worthy, then what about you?”
“At least she raised Ariana,” Tanner sneered.
He scanned me from head to toe and mocked, “Just look at yourself. Can you even feed yourself properly? And you think you’re qualified to raise her daughter?”
Before I could utter a word, Kylie cut in coldly.
“You want to take Ariana away? Fine. Let’s see if you even have the means to raise her. What if you just sell her off to some mountain village and vanish again?”
“How do you plan to test my capability?” I asked fists clenched tight.
This time, I had rushed back in such haste just to see the two of them still wearing my old lab uniform.