Allergic to Fatherly Love novel Chapter 8

If he hadn’t forced me to go to that party...

If he hadn’t punished me for being "rude" by making me stand outside...

If he hadn’t ignored my desperate knocks for help...

How could I have died?

I should still be in Mom’s arms, the happiest child in the world!

Mom couldn’t take it anymore and interrupted, "Mr. Evans, could you stop disturbing my daughter’s final peace?"

Dad took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress his anger. "Sofia was my daughter too."

Mom shot him a cold glance. "It would’ve been better if she weren’t. What did you ever do for her?"

"On her first birthday, you were busy picking up your precious first love from the airport."

"When she was sick, you were tangled up with your precious first love."

"When her school had a parent-child event, you were attending a parent-teacher meeting for your precious first love’s son."

"When she was having an allergic reaction to crab and nearly dying, you were toasting and celebrating with your precious first love!"

Dad looked like a dog that had its tail stepped on, ready to jump up and argue. "That’s not true! There’s nothing improper between me and Violet!"

Mom scoffed. "You know the truth yourself. Please, Mr. Evans, sign the divorce papers as soon as possible."

"No! We can’t get divorced! My brother will kill me!"

"Ha."

Mom suddenly laughed. "So, you won’t divorce me—not out of responsibility, not out of love, not out of guilt, but just because your brother will kill you?"

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