"Something important? What could you possibly be doing that would require five hundred thousand dollar? Belle was your own daughter! Aren't you even a little bit sad about her death?" I grabbed Jude by the collar and pulled out his phone, starting to go through his transaction history.
Jude didn't even bother to hide it, his face showing complete indifference. It turned out that he had secretly opened a new bank account long ago and transferred all our assets.
While I was running around for our daughter, only allowing myself to nibble on a piece of bread each day, he was using that money to buy designer bags for Margerie, taking her on trips to boost her performance.
At the funeral, the gold bracelet on Linda's wrist was more dazzling than the fake tears on her face.
I knew he came from a single-parent family and I had lost my parents early on, so I never stopped him from being filial to Linda. But I never imagined that under the guise of awakening filial piety, Jude would squander Belle's life-saving money.
What were my daughter and I to them while the three of them lived in a bliss?