Carlos struck her.
“You keep defending him, then where is he, huh?”
“Quit faking. You really think I believe you passed out?”
I couldn’t listen anymore. I kicked the door open.
Carlos froze when he saw me, but quickly pulled on that fake, well-behaved mask.
“Uncle, you’re back! Auntie’s going to be so happy.”
I shot him a cold look and walked straight to my daughter, who had collapsed on the floor.
“Uncle, I didn’t do anything. Tatiana’s probably just tired from school stress.”
I didn’t say a word. I scooped her into my arms and walked out.
I’d settle the score later; for now, her well-being came first.
As I carried her, my eyes stung.
She felt terrifyingly light.
Three years ago, before I left, I had carried her in my arms, she’d been heavier then than she was now.
So what kind of life had she endured during these three years?
I rushed her to the best hospital and found the most experienced doctor.
After the examination, the doctor said, “Her condition isn’t critical. She’s just severely malnourished and clearly hasn’t been eating properly.”
My fists clenched in silent rage.
So after I left, Alice hadn’t even made sure she had food?
How could a mother be so heartless?