Daniel took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, but his tone still came out commanding. “Dad, I don’t care where you are right now. By tomorrow afternoon at the latest, you have to come back. The factory can’t run without your cooking.”
“I’m not coming back,” I said firmly. “Your mother-in-law can do the job. She seems to have more free time than I do.”
That sentence made him snap. His voice suddenly turned sharp and cruel. “You’re not coming back? Fine! Don’t come back then!”
“If you dare not come back, then I’ll just pretend that I have no father. We’re no longer family! When you’re old and dying, don’t expect anyone to take care of you or even show up at your funeral!”
