My hands were shaking a little, and I forced a smile and said, "Baby, Daddy has to work, and it's the same if I come to pick you up."
Emily had two ponytails, wore a beautiful dress with little stars on it, and had pink nail polish on her hands. Although she was only six years old, she looked mature.
She pouted and said, "What can a loser like you do? You don't even give me a hundred dollars to spend."
I felt exhausted and wondered why my lovely and sensible daughter became like this.
I remembered that Emily could understand my feeling since she could speak.
Emily was only three years old at that time and could enter kindergarten.
The beauty salon owner, Zoey, whom I knew before, opened a branch. She felt that I was knowledgeable about beauty projects and was gentle and talkative, so she asked me if I would like to be the manager of her branch.
However, Bell Ford disagreed. He smashed a lot of things at home and yelled at me, "Who will do the housework if you go to work? Who will take care of Emily?"
I explained, "We can let your mom..."