The policeman patted her head kindly.
“Don’t worry, little one. Justice always prevails. We’ll catch them.”
“Sweetheart, are you alright? Are you feeling better?”
Daniel and Emma came over, speaking softly as if nothing had happened.
“Mommy, it’s all my fault. If not for me, you wouldn’t have suffered this.”
I ignored Emma and glared at Daniel.
“Why are you still here? Why aren’t you at the court? Our divorce agreement is still valid!”
“I’m giving you one last chance—tomorrow morning, we go to the court. Otherwise, I’ll expose your half-order secret, and let’s see how you face your family then.”
I spoke with burning rage, fueled not only by anger but by the devastating truth I had overheard last night.
Daniel looked at me in disbelief.
“Even like this, you still insist on divorcing me?”
“What about it? I’m crippled now? So what?” I shot back, my eyes blazing. “Even if I have to hobble there on crutches, I’ll divorce you!”
“I don’t ever want to see your face again!”
“Mom, how can you talk to Dad like that?” Emma snapped, defending him.
“Sophia, you’re impossible! You’ve just had an accident, and I’m here caring for you—yet you repay me with divorce demands?” Daniel fumed, about to leave.