"It's a good thing that you didn't bring Mia with you. If she saw you like this, she would have psychological trauma for the rest of her life! You could have a good life, but you had to end that for such a small matter. I'm Mia's father, and I'll always be that. We have a close relationship, so why would she care so much about a birthday? You don't understand how much I've given up for her. I work so hard to make money so that I can spend more time with her in the future. But you, on the other hand, just moan at home every day and instill worthless ideas into her!"
Gary looked at me, looking sorry. When he was still trying to manipulate my mind, I yelled at him,
"Just drop the act! Your hypocrisy makes me sick! If you cared about Mia, you wouldn't leave the four-year-old girl at the beach. That's the beach, you know?"
"What's wrong with the beach? There was no shark or tsunami. Why are you making such a fuss? It's such a waste of time talking to you!"
Gary was utterly disappointed in me. He kicked Mia's urn hard.
As a result, the urn broke into pieces, and the ashes stuck to his shoes. In disgust, Gary kicked the urn away.
"No!"