Clinton blinked in disbelief, then grabbed my arm, his anger returning. "Divorce? Do you think you deserve to divorce me? Look at how you've raised our daughter—she's got no class at all! Spoiled and disrespectful, thanks to your lousy parenting. Emerald would raise her better!"
I thought of how he had pushed me off the balcony in our past life and felt a pang in my heart. How could I have ever loved this man?
"Our daughter has been allergic to nuts since she was little," I said, my voice trembling with fury. "You know that. But you forced her to eat those mooncakes just because Emerald made them. You have no idea—Emerald will kill our daughter, and I need to get to her as soon as possible!"
"Shut up! You're being ridiculous!" Clinton barked, shoving me to the ground. "Overindulgent mothers raise weak children! In our day, we didn't even know what allergies were. And Emerald is a doctor—how could she possibly harm her own child? Her son has been battling leukemia through countless rounds of chemotherapy. An allergy? Please, that's nothing in comparison!"
I hit the doorframe hard, and pain shot through my arm. But I couldn't give up. I had to save my daughter.