Chapter 4After Mom Died, the Tycoon Father Lost His Mind

Mom's phone rang. It was Daddy. I ran over, wanting to pick it up. It only rang once before he hung up. I gently shook Mom in bed. "Mommy! It's Daddy's call! Daddy's coming for us!"

Mom didn't react.

That's right. Every time Daddy came home, he argued with Mom. It was only natural that she didn't like him coming back.

I tucked Mom in properly. Then I sat obediently on the sofa, waiting for Daddy to come home.

Daddy arrived very quickly. The key turned in the lock. I stood up impatiently and ran to the door. Daddy opened it, saw me, and paused. "Where's your mom?"

"Mommy's in the room..."

"Never mind. I have nothing to say to her anyway. Skylar, go change your clothes and come out with me."

"Daddy..."

I couldn't stop him. He was already at the elevator, smoking a cigarette. Mom hated the smell of smoke. Daddy never smoked inside the house. Before, when his friends came over, he would always make them go outside to smoke. "Go outside to smoke, my wife can't stand the smell."

At times like that, his friends would laugh and say, "Richard really spoils his wife, doesn't he?" "Yes, I envy Eleanor." And Mom would always blush, saying, "It's fine, just smoke inside, don't make them go out." Daddy would put his arm around Mom's waist, stop her, and kiss her. "Don't worry about them, let them go outside. Let's see who dares to smoke in front of my wife."

They had once been very much in love. What broke all of that? Was it me? Was it because I always clamored for hamburgers? Was it because I always cried over the smallest things? Was it because I wouldn't let them divorce? Was it because I wanted to fight Bethany for Daddy?

Was it my fault? Was that why Daddy hated Mom?

Mommy, I'm sorry. It seems I messed everything up.