Her voice cracked as she accused me.
At once, I became their target.
Mr. Miller Sr. shook his head in disapproval, calling me disrespectful.
Seeing his mother cry, Richard lost his temper.
He slammed his chopsticks on the table.
“If you don’t want to eat, then leave! If you’re upset we won’t spend money on your brother, then divorce me. Saves us from seeing your sour face every day—we don’t owe you a thing.”
Then, with a glance at Ethan, he smirked and added:
“But remember this—if we divorce, you’ll never see your son again.”
“You—!”
I was so furious I couldn’t speak. Clutching Ethan tightly, I stormed out.
Afraid I might take Ethan back to my parents’ house, Richard quickly chased after me.
The moment he caught up, he shoved me into the car.
I shouted angrily, “Careful! Don’t hurt the child.”
He dismissed my warning.
“So you know how to worry about him? Then why don’t you ever listen to me?”
He slammed the gas pedal, the car shooting forward so fast the buildings outside blurred.
I held Ethan tightly, trembling in fear.
“Not afraid of getting a ticket?”
He ignored me.
Back home, he yanked Ethan from my arms and shoved me into a room, locking the door behind me.