My daughter, who had never been accepted by the Robertson family, was terrified.
“Daddy, I’m sorry for dragging you into this. It’s just crawling under his legs; it’s not a big deal. You don’t have to worry.”
Saying that, she crouched down, placing her blood-stained hands on the cold marble floor, leaving bloody handprints as she moved.
Henry made faces at us, showing no respect for his sister, even spitting on Luna as she crawled on the floor.
This is my daughter, the one I’ve cherished and protected for eight years despite all the humiliation!
I picked up my trembling daughter again, wiped the spit off her head, and held her tightly, glaring at my so-called wife, Sofia.
“Sofia, do you also think Luna is in the wrong? Luna is your daughter!”
Sitting on the sofa, Sofia turned her head away, not even sparing a glance at her injured daughter.
“It was a mistake to have her in the first place. Because of you two, the entire Savannah laughs at me. Keeping you in our family is already more than enough. I’ll listen to whatever my parents and sister say on this matter.”
My daughter clung to my clothes tightly upon hearing her mother’s heartless words.
I closed my eyes hard and sighed deeply.