Chapter 4

After I got home, I quickly mixed a bottle of formula, shook it to cool it down, and carefully fed it to Angel.

I also took that time to print out the divorce papers.

While Angel was sucking down the milk, the photographer sent me a string of videos.

“Here are the banquet photos we took for you. See if they’re to your liking?”

When I opened the videos, I saw Catherine and Fred, taking turns holding the child in their arms, looking unbelievably sweet.

Maybe the photographers had subconsciously mistaken Fred for me.

Just then, I suddenly noticed that after Angel took a few big gulps of milk, she started vomiting, and her face turned even paler.

This was clearly a symptom of lactose intolerance.

A chill made me shiver. I quickly checked the formula.

Angel was lactose intolerant, and all the formula at home was non-lactose formula, but the one I had just made had no problem at all.

So why had Angel suddenly become like this?

Looking at how miserable Angel was, I didn’t dare waste a second and immediately called emergency services.

After calling for an ambulance, I hurriedly called Catherine too, since she was Angel’s mother.

“Catherine, where are you? Come back now! Angel is in trouble, she—”

Before I could finish, Catherine on the other end impatiently cut me off:

“Are you done yet? Fred’s child accidentally caught a chill, and we’re at the hospital!”

“Even now you’re trying to fight for attention? Are you really this petty as a grown man?”

Before I could say anything, Fred’s gentle voice came through from the other end.

“Catherine, was that Albert calling?”

“If Albert really doesn’t like my child, then it’s fine if I stay with the child alone.”

Hearing that, Catherine kept scolding me:

“You know Fred’s child is the one who needs care right now, and you still want me to leave them and come back alone!”

“Do you know how dangerous it is for a one-year-old to catch a cold?”

Watching Angel, who was already in pain and clutching herself, I hurriedly said:

“No, Angel is lactose intolerant. She’s already vomiting and having diarrhea. Come back right away!”

But Fred on the other end put on a hurt tone again.

“Albert, if you want Catherine to come back, just say so. There’s no need to beat around the bush.”

Catherine was even angrier now. She couldn’t help but snap:

“Enough with you. You’re enjoying this act now, huh?”

“One minute you say Angel’s in trouble, and the next you say she’s vomiting and having diarrhea. Nothing that comes out of your mouth is true.”

“I still have to take care of Fred’s child. I don’t have time to keep arguing with you.”

“Be smart and stop calling me to bother me.”

After saying that, Catherine hung up directly.

Listening to the ruthless hang-up and looking at Angel suffering in my arms, it felt like my heart had been pierced by thousands of blades.

Yes, Catherine only cared about Fred and his child now. What did Angel and I even count for?

What was I still hoping for? Hoping she would abandon Fred’s child and rush back because of Angel?

The ambulance arrived very quickly. I hurried with Angel to the hospital.

Only one-year-old Angel was sent into the ER, while I was dragged outside and harshly scolded by a doctor:

“What kind of father are you? If there hadn’t happened to be a specialist here, your daughter might have died!”

“She’s been lactose intolerant for six or seven hours already. Why did you only bring her in now? Were you trying to kill your daughter on purpose?”

After hearing the doctor’s scolding, I sat dazed in the hospital hallway.

What do you mean she’d been lactose intolerant for six or seven hours? Angel had only been vomiting for a little while.

Just as I was thinking, a familiar voice suddenly came from beside me:

“Huh? Albert, why are you at the children’s hospital too?”