"Daddy is a bad guy. I don't want you as my daddy anymore!"
"Get out of my house!"
His eldest daughter's childish voice struck Wilfred like a hammer blow to the chest.
Every breath burned.
But he said nothing. He gently moved Hilary aside and reached out to touch the head of this daughter he had once adored beyond measure.
"Daddy isn't bullying Mommy. Daddy just wants to take what belongs to him."
"Wilfred, sure, you own fifteen percent of Pruitt Group shares. But investing behind Hildegarde's back? As spouses, hiding personal assets—that's on you!"
Patrick stepped up behind Hildegarde, one arm wrapping brazenly around her waist.
Hildegarde's brows drew together slightly, but she didn't push him away.
"Besides, even if those shares are in your name, you bought them after the wedding. That makes them marital property. You can't just walk off with them. Right, Hildegarde?"
Hildegarde remained silent, but her raised chin and arched eyebrows made it clear she agreed.
"Wilfred, with that many shares, that much money—do you really think you can handle it?"
Wilfred's gaze swept across the three people before him.
Looking at them now, they seemed more like a real family than he ever had.
How harmonious.