Chloe nodded without hesitation and said, "Yes, Daddy took me. The nurse drew my blood."
"What else did Daddy say to you?" I continued to ask.
My daughter, growing a bit impatient, asked to be held before continuing, "Daddy said I could help save the little sister."
"Do you want to save the little sister?" I asked.
She hesitated this time before saying, "I want to save her, but the blood draw hurt so much. I kept crying, and Daddy held me down."
I comforted her, saying, "It's okay. Mommy will think of something."
She nodded.
I turned off the recording, naturally not intending to send it to my in-laws.
A granddaughter is precious, but can she be more important than a son? Even if they now cherish their granddaughter, with enough explanations from their son, this matter will eventually be downplayed.
I won't allow that.
As for divorce, it's not an option now. No one will get off easy.
I called Max, and he was surprised to hear from me. He answered quickly.
"What's wrong, honey?" he asked solicitously.
"Send the driver to pick me up. I want to go to the hospital to see Zoey."
There was silence on the other end.