Two seconds later, Spencer caught up with me and whispered, "Isn't it just because I didn't take Dora home? Why are you so angry with me for so long? Why are you so petty?"
He was the one who did something wrong, but I was always the one who got blamed.
"Well, it's all my fault," I replied coldly without even looking at him.
Seeing my indifference, Spencer was a little surprised. He lowered his tone and explained, "Danny's death was a big blow to Gloria. I was afraid she might have an accident if she was alone, so I hurried to find her. Is Dora mad at me? I'll make it up to her when I get back. She's so well-behaved, she will forgive me, right?"
If he had paid any attention to our family, he would have known something had happened to his daughter.
But he didn't. He focused entirely on Gloria.
"You don't have a chance anymore," I said, walking away again, not wanting to say another word to Spencer.
Spencer reached out and grabbed my arm. "Why is there no chance? Okay, okay, I promise to pick up Dora from school every day. You don't have to be so mad about this, okay?"
Noticing my unusually cold attitude, Spencer seemed willing to lower his profile and make a promise for the first time.