Chapter 2After Mom Died, the Tycoon Father Lost His Mind

My daddy rarely hugged me. He had never taken me for a hamburger.

Once, I fell on the street, and I couldn't help it, tears just streamed down my face. I looked at Daddy pitifully, reaching out my hands, timidly saying, "Hug."

I saw him frown, then turn to Mom. "How do you raise your daughter? Crying over every little thing. Children shouldn't be so delicate."

I didn't understand Daddy's words. But I could tell he was scolding Mom. Was it because I fell? Or because I cried? I quickly wiped away my tears, gritted my teeth against the pain, and stood up by myself. I walked in front of Mom, spread my arms, and shielded her.

"I don't hurt, I don't hurt at all, Daddy, please don't scold Mom anymore, please."

Daddy glanced at me, said nothing, and turned away. I looked up at Mom, wanting her to praise me. Tears welled in her eyes. She pinched my cheek and said, "I'm sorry, my precious, Mommy has failed you."

My teacher taught us that only those who do wrong need to say "I'm sorry." I shook my head and said very seriously, "Mommy, you're not sorry."

Because the one who did wrong was never my mommy.