His voice softened, “You’re upset because I didn’t take her to the hospital, right? But you did, and that’s what matters. She’s fine now, isn’t she? Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”
He sounded like he was trying to make peace, but there was still that hint of blame like I was overreacting.
I stared at him coldly. “You should stay with her. Let’s just get a divorce.”
At the word “divorce,” Cody finally panicked. He rushed over and grabbed my hand.
“Riley, don’t be like this. I’ll call the best doctor right now. We’ll get our daughter the treatment she needs.”
He dialed a number, “Hello, Dr. Clark, My daughter’s sick, and I need you to see her right away. Hold on, let me check which hospital she’s at.”
Cody glanced at me, waiting for a response, but I stayed silent, dragging my suitcase toward the door.
Sensing I wasn’t stopping, he quickly said into the phone, “Dr. Clark, my daughter was taken to the hospital by someone else. Can you check which one for me? Her name’s Alice Luke. I’ll make it up to you later. Thanks, talk soon.”
After hanging up, Cody stepped in front of the door, trying to act reassuringly.