Chapter 4

John seemed embarrassed after I called him out, throwing his clothes onto the bed in frustration.

"It's the middle of the night, are you doing this on purpose? What do you mean, do I know who my real daughter is?"

"Of course I know. It's just that Melody feels guilty about raising Melody on her own, and since she and Delia are good friends, she asked for my help."

"Look at yourself now, you're acting like a shrew! And Delia's starting to act like you too!"

When I heard him say these things, I finally understood what Delia meant earlier about her dad liking pretty children.

Apparently, he had been putting down my daughter in front of Delia quite often. I know I'm not as gentle or beautiful as Melody, but my looks aren't bad on their own.

How dare he! What right does he have to talk about my daughter like that!

I grabbed a pillow from nearby and threw it at him, pointing furiously at the door as I shouted.

"Get out! Get the hell out of here!"

John, who was about to sit down, immediately stood up, grabbed his phone, and flung the door open with all his might.

"You're completely insane!"The door slammed shut with an ear-splitting bang. If I hadn't seen John's gentle side earlier today, I wouldn't have believed he could act like this.

At home, he never behaves this way. Even at this hour, he wouldn't normally slam the door so hard, knowing Delia might be asleep.

Yes, he doesn't care about us, so he never needs to consider our feelings.

When I saw the small figure at the doorway, I rushed over.

"Delia, did Daddy and Mommy wake you up?"

My daughter's eyes widened, holding back tears as she touched my face.

"Mommy, did you and Daddy fight because of me?"

I caught her little hand in mine and shook my head.

"No, Daddy and Mommy were arguing about something else."

"I'm sorry, we shouldn't have fought in front of you. Delia, how about we stop the dance lessons?"

I saw a flash of happiness when I said this, but she quickly lowered her head.

"But... Daddy likes girls who can dance."

Sure enough, these ideas were all planted in Delia's head by John.I immediately told her very seriously, "Delia, that's not true. Your dad loves you no matter what you look like. If you don't want to learn dance, we don't have to do it, okay?"

Delia didn't say anything. I knew I couldn't push her too hard right now, so I decided I'd just pick her up and drop her off myself from now on.

I just didn't expect the accident to happen so soon.

The next day, just as I was about to go pick up Delia, I received a call from the hospital.

"The child's burn area is as high as 70%. Please come to the hospital as soon as possible."

This sentence kept repeating in my mind. My Delia, who had left home this morning so vibrant and alive.

I don't know how I got to the hospital. When I reached the operating room, I saw Melody and John waiting outside.

As I was about to ask how Delia was doing, Melody saw me and quickly walked over.