"What kind of person I am is none of your business, but even someone like me won't let my daughter suffer one bit!!"
With tear-stained eyes, Alice turned and ran out of the room.
She ran all the way back to her room, tightly covering her mouth to stop herself from sobbing.
She leaned weakly against the door panel, her tears like a flood breaking its banks...
"Daddy..."
She called out helplessly to her father, longing desperately for him to be by her side at this moment, to comfort and care for her.
She's spoiled, arrogant, and unreasonable—what does it have to do with him?
What right does he have to judge her? What right?
Even if she truly has nothing, she will not hand over custody of her daughter to him, because he doesn't love the child at all; he's merely doing it out of obligation...
Though she, Alice, may have many flaws he mentioned, she at least knows she isn't wrong about one thing, and that is loving her own child...
