Gloria began to sow discord between Spencer and me, seizing the opportunity.
Spencer glared at me with disgust and said sternly, "Did you hear it? Don't embarrass me. Go home and be with Dora. How can you leave her alone at home?"
I stared at Spencer and said through gritted teeth, "Do you still care about Dora?"
Spencer replied confidently, "What are you talking about? Yes, I'm very busy and don't have time to spend with her, but I work hard for her. She is my only daughter, and all my assets will be hers. When she gets married, I'll give her the most luxurious dowry in the world. I want her to be proud of having a father like me."
Spencer's words struck a nerve. I couldn't help but yell, "Spencer, stop pretending. If you really cared about Dora, you wouldn't have left her alone on the road for Gloria. She was only six years old. Did you ever think about how helpless she felt?"
"Why are you so annoying? You keep arguing with me over such a trivial matter. You're never going to stop, are you?"
Spencer finally lost his patience and yelled at me.
After saying this, he angrily kicked the urn next to the pile of dirt.
Bang!