Allergic to Fatherly Love novel Chapter 3

"Gianna, so you've already prepared for this, huh? You really want a divorce?"

"It seems like you've had everything planned out, just waiting for this fucking moment, haven’t you?"

"But don't forget, with my power, you won't be able to take our daughter from me!"

My mom stared at my dad coldly.

"Daughter? Judah Evans, you've always preferred sons over daughters. Do you even remember you have a daughter?"

"If you cared about Sofia, would you not know she has severe asthma?"

"If you cared about our daughter, would you have never taken her out to have fun?"

"Because every time you go out, it's always with Violet's son!"

"Judah, you don’t care about me or Sofia, so don't even think about seeing her again!"

I nodded firmly, agreeing with her.

Dad never took me out to play.

Mom used to lie to me, saying Dad was busy with work and didn’t have time.

But there were several times when we went to the amusement park, and I saw Dad there with Violet and her son.

And they looked so happy, just like a real family.

Mom would always take me away, looking heartbroken.

Suddenly, Dad grabbed my mom by the throat.

"Gianna, don't you dare push me, or I’ll kill you."

"I'm telling you, even if we divorce, you won’t get a fucking dime."

"And I’ll use every resource I have to make sure you don’t get custody of our daughter!"

"I’ll make sure you live a lonely, miserable life!"

I frantically tried to pry his hands off her, but I couldn’t do anything.

Luckily, the doctor pushed my dad to the ground.

"Mr. Evans, you’ve gone too far—this is attempted murder!"

More than once, Dad would bring flowers to my room, trying to place them by my bed.

He’d even mutter, "Your mom says you’re allergic to pollen and that your asthma hasn’t improved. I don’t believe her."

"I think she’s just worried you’ll like Violet more, so she made it up."

"Sofia, how would you like Violet to be your mom? Your current mom is just a worthless woman!"

When I saw Dad placing the flowers by my bed, I quickly knocked them over and ran outside.

Dad would always curse at me, calling me ungrateful and worthless.

But Mom had told me that if I inhaled pollen, my asthma would get worse.

If I hadn’t run away, I might have died long ago.

But Dad never believed Mom or me.

Mom looked at Dad with tears streaming down her face, completely disappointed.

"Judah, just sign the papers. I won’t take a cent from you, but you’ll never see Sofia again."