It wasn't until the day of Emily's funeral that Jeffrey finally called.
"Rose, you're getting more unreasonable. I only asked Emily to get Louise a milkshake."
"Only? Jeffrey, Emily was only six. How could you send her out alone to buy a milkshake? Are you even human?"
I questioned him angrily.
"Emily is six. She should be independent. If she can't even do this, what's the point of raising her?" Jeffrey retorted, his tone filled with justification.
Just then, I heard Louise's laughter in the background.
"Rose, it's all my fault. I suddenly craved that milkshake, and if I don't get it, I can't sleep at night.
"Jeffrey was just worried about me going out in the heat, so he asked Emily to get it for me," Louise added.
Her words ignited the fury within me.
"Jeffrey, you care about Louise, a thirty-year-old woman, but you sent our six-year-old daughter out in scorching weather to get her a milkshake? You don't deserve to be Emily's father."
Jeffrey immediately defended Louise.