She rushed to the child, checking her from head to toe. Only when she confirmed there were no injuries did she breathe a sigh of relief.
“What happened?” she asked, eyes darting between me and Dariel.
Dariel hung his head. “I just wanted President Miguel to look at his daughter, but he refused. He pushed me... I wasn’t steady on my feet, and I fell.”
What?
Before I could react, Veronica slapped me hard across the face.
"You've become heartless!" she screamed. “That’s your own daughter!”
“She’s barely a year old. What if she had been seriously hurt?”
My face remained indifferent. “Say whatever you want. Even if she had died from the fall—it’s not my problem.”
Her expression collapsed.
Tears streamed down her face.
Dariel pointed at me, shaking with rage. “What the hell is wrong with you?! Cursing your own daughter to die? You’re beyond help!”
“Enough,” Veronica choked out, trembling with fury. “I’m done.”
“Get out.”
“Get out of my life! I can raise our daughter on my own. She doesn’t need a father like you.”
“We’ll settle this in court.”
Veronica's final words were practically screamed at the top of her lungs.
I didn’t respond. I simply turned and walked away.