"Let her do what she wants, Max. My sister's always like that. Dramatic and delusional," Lalaina chimed in, her voice thick with venom.
Taking a deep breath, I crossed my arms. "Lalaina? Do you think I’m being dramatic after losing my child? Hmm?"
Guilt flickered across her face. I knew she’d deliberately prevented Maximus from attending the lantern festival.
Maximus grabbed my arm, his grip tight. "You can’t just walk out on me like this, Carrie!"
"And why not? I have every right to leave you, Max! You weren’t there for our daughter when she died! You were with your mistress!" I spat, pointing at him and then at Lalaina.
He shook his head, his indifference infuriating. "Shut up! You’re just making a fuss! Stop trying to manipulate me!"
My jaw dropped. "You think I made up my daughter’s death? You’re pathetic!"
"Carrie, you’re such a drama queen. You always use your daughter to get my pity. Don’t deny it; it’s your tactic. And I know you’re jealous of me," Lalaina hissed.
"Stay out of this, Lalaina! You have no right to invalidate my feelings. You’ve never understood what it’s like to lose a child!" I roared.
Maximus remained unmoved, unconvinced. "Where’s your proof that Stacey died?"