I continued, "You took Chloe to the hospital for a blood test all by yourself, but kept Zoey so tightly wrapped up, didn't you?"
Max finally spoke, "She's undergoing chemotherapy. She doesn't even know... that she's an illegitimate child."
This man never ceased to amaze me. First, the mistress came knocking with a ten-year-old daughter, insisting that she was an accident, and now it turns out Zoey doesn't even know she's an illegitimate child.
Clearly, as a father, he hadn't neglected her company.
I reiterated, "Now, send the driver to pick me up."
Max was still hesitant, "Why are you doing this? Why do you insist on seeing her?"
"Well, you're still my husband in name, and since she's your daughter, I suppose I ought to meet her, shouldn't I?"
Max said, "You..."
Half an hour later, he showed up downstairs, his face sour.
I pretended not to notice and got into the car, my expression even darker than his.
We tacitly agreed not to mention the divorce.
I just didn't mention it now. After all, every penny he spent on them still counts as marital assets, and I would make sure she pays back every bit of it.