After the call was connected, the surroundings over there were very quiet. Faint sounds of a woman's cry could be heard.
I recognized that it was Kate Hill's voice. Then, John Smith said impatiently, "Anne Lawrence, something happened to Kate. She's very sad. I'm very busy now, and I have no time to quarrel with you!"
"Dora is dead," I said in a frighteningly calm voice.
After a moment of silence, John on the other end of the line suddenly said angrily, "Anne, that's enough! It's fine that you misunderstood Kate and me. You quarreled with me every day, but now you're cursing Dora to death. Can you be any more vicious? Don't be unreasonable!"
"Dora is really dead."
I emphasized again, my voice trembling.
"Then go to hell! You two are the same! You're so pretentious when something serious happens. If she's dead, you should go to hell too! Don't bother me anymore!"
After that, he hung up the phone.
I no longer had any expectations for John, and now I was thoroughly disappointed.
He thought that I would curse my beloved daughter in this world in order to keep him by my side.
After living together for 18 years, he didn't even know what kind of person I was.