"You skipped every parent-teacher meeting because you were scared of being photographed by the media. But what about her birthday? Surely we wouldn't have been seen at home together?"
"Every time Emma came to visit you on set, you'd leave her with your assistant while you lounged in an air-conditioned van."
"Shut up!" Sophie interrupted angrily. "Everything I do is for Emma's future! If I don't work hard, how will we survive? Can I rely on you—a jobless man—to support us both? On a stormy day like this when Emma is terrified of thunder, you left her alone at home!"
"Regardless of what happens, she's my flesh and blood! After the divorce, she should be with me."
With that, Sophie pulled out her phone and called her assistant. Whatever was said on the other end made her expression darken further.
"That's impossible! What are you talking about? Emma was perfectly fine just five days ago; how could she possibly be dead?"
Sophie couldn't take it anymore and hung up the phone.
She shot me several furious glares. "I've never met a more disgusting man than you! To fight for custody of our daughter, you would stoop so low as to claim she's dead!"