Max's face tightened, but since there was no one else in the room, he snapped back at me, "Do you think you're blameless? You insist on remaining pure, and since my girlfriend is off-limits, I had to find someone. This is my first child, and it's not like I can't afford to raise her. I had to keep her. If you hadn't clung to your purity back then, none of this would have happened. And now you wouldn't have the nerve to criticize me."
His absurdity made my blood boil.
"I think you've taken the skin off your left cheek and slapped it on your right. You're thick-skinned and shameless! Everyone knows the bank has money, and it has security guards too. Why don't you blame the guards for not handing the money over to you?"
Max glanced at the child on the bed and said, "I won't argue with you in front of the kid. You've seen her, now let's go."
Ignoring his anger, I countered, "Go? Go where? Bring your child's mother out here."
Max's expression darkened, but he still lowered his voice, "What exactly do you want?"
I calmly repeated, "I'll say it one last time. I want to see her. If you make me repeat myself again, you can get lost."
