But I knew the truth. Mom had only gotten sick because she sacrificed herself to save Dad. It had nothing to do with other men.
Had Dad forgotten that?
He sat on the sofa, head bent over work documents, silent. As if he hadn't heard a word.
Finally, Mom snapped. She kicked Bella hard, sending her stumbling aside, then snatched the medicine out of the trash. She pressed it to my nose with shaking hands.
Finally, I could breathe.
Bella's head hit the coffee table and blood bloomed quickly. But the man who had been calmly dealing with work a moment before shot forward like an arrow to shield her.
"Gianna, are you out of your mind?" he barked. "Can't you even hear the truth Bella is telling? If it weren't for you, why would Justin always be sick and unable to live like other kids?"
"Gianna, my patience has limits—apologize to Bella right now!"
Mom only laughed coldly and turned to me.
"Justin, do you think Mommy did anything wrong?" she asked.
I stuck up my thumb without hesitation. "I'll always support Mommy."
She smiled through tears.
Dad's face twisted with rage. "Look at how you raised Justin! You're not fit to be a mother. From now on, Justin will be raised by Bella."