"Wearing that?" Gilbert gave Claire a quick once-over, noting her overly casual outfit, and couldn't help asking.
Claire replied evenly, "It's just a meal, no outsiders are joining us. Do I really need a gown? Sorry, I didn't prepare one."
Gilbert shifted his gaze to Hilary. The little girl looked stunning tonight, clearly dressed with care.
"Come here, Hilary." He smiled, reaching out his hand.
Hilary slipped her hand into his.
Holding the girl's tiny fingers, he led her outside.
Claire followed behind them.
"Daddy." From the back, Linda leaned against the wall, her lips pouting as she called out.
Daddy liked Hilary now, not her. How heartbreaking.
Hearing her voice, Gilbert turned.
"Linda, tonight you'll reflect on your behavior and write me a self-criticism. I'll check it when I return." His tone was stern. With that, he walked away holding Hilary's hand.
Tears streamed down Linda's cheeks.
At the Miler residence.
