"You're only pretending to be nice to me because you're afraid Daddy will leave you! You're a barren woman who's jealous of my mommy! If you're nice and beg me, I might persuade Daddy not to kick you out of this house, you barren woman."
Violette stared at him in pain, her voice choked. "Damien, who taught you to say such cruel things?"
"Is that wrong? You're barren. My daddy only loves my mommy! You forced my mommy to go abroad and took me away from her. If it weren't for you, me, Daddy, and Mommy would have been living happily together for a long time!”
Damien pushed Violette roughly and hard until she fell onto the hard ground.
Suddenly, a sharp pain appeared in her stomach. Her face turned pale.
"Damien, don't be rough!" Hans suddenly appeared with Irene.
He scolded Damien and pushed him unconsciously, then checked on Violette with a worried expression. "Are you okay?"
"My stomach..."
Before Violette could finish her sentence, Damien's loud cries could be heard.
"Daddy doesn't love me anymore! Mommy, it hurts!"
Hans' attention was immediately drawn to Damien, who was crying in Irene's arms.
His small palms were scraped and bleeding.