"You didn't say how you knew."
"I just said it, didn't I? I didn't instigate the child, but you don't believe me."
Christopher Hart stared at her, and in the silent stillness, the air between them immediately filled with tension.
Even the little girl, previously crying nonstop, was frightened into silence, staring blankly at them with wide eyes.
"Forget it, I don't want to argue with you, I'm going to put Hope to bed."
She stood up to leave, but Hope spoke up weakly, "I want Daddy to hold me..."
She looked down at her daughter, helpless, "Do you want Daddy or Mommy after all?"
The little girl, with tearful, innocent eyes, sobbed, "I want both Daddy and Mommy..."
"No, you can only choose one."
On hearing this, Hope looked at her, held back, and then her lips trembled, bursting into tears again.
Christopher was furious, quickly got out of bed, and came over to pick up his daughter.
"If you're angry with me, take it out on me, not our daughter, she's suffered enough!"