"Mom, I feel awful. Dad just hit me because of Charlie. It was Charlie who pushed me, but Dad slapped me. I don't want a dad anymore. Mom, I miss you. I felt like burning."
My daughter had been running a fever for the past few days and as a mother, my heart ached with worry. What on earth was Stefan doing?
The boy she mentioned, Charlie, was the son of Stefan's mistress. While I was at the office cleaning up his mess, he had brought his mistress and her son into our home and even laid hands on our daughter. What the hell was that?
It was beyond outrageous, but I tried to suppress my anger. At this moment, I should comfort my daughter first. "Ysabell, don't cry. Mom will be home soon. Where's Dad? Let me talk to him."
Ysabell's voice became weaker and weaker. She gradually began to speak incoherently, "Dad, Dad locked me in the room and asked me to reflect on myself. Today, he brought Yolanda and Charlie for dinner. Dad called it a family dinner. I said, what kind of family dinner is it if Mom is not here? Then he slapped me, he slapped me twice today. I'm so sad."