Chapter 4

Rosamond's face went pale, and she took an involuntary step back after I yelled at her.

"Mango... a pastry with mango filling."

"The mangoes in it are all fresh, they definitely couldn't..."

I didn't have time to keep listening. I scooped up my daughter and rushed outside.

"Driver! Driver!"

The driver sped the whole way, getting my daughter and me to the nearest hospital in under ten minutes.

But by the time we arrived, my daughter could barely breathe, her whole face flushed red.

The doctor realized what had happened and wheeled her straight into the emergency room.

The instant the emergency room lights came on, my knees buckled, and I had to grab the handrail in the hospital corridor just to stay on my feet.

Before the lingering fear could pass, Noah hurried in with Rosamond.

Rosamond walked up to me, crying.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Fox, I didn't know..."

I glared at Rosamond with pure venom, wishing I could tear her apart alive.

The sight of my daughter's flushed face just moments ago had made me completely lose my reason.

I couldn't stand another word from her, so I strode forward and slapped her hard across the face.

"If anything happens to my daughter, I will never let you get away with it!"

Noah quickly stepped forward and shielded Rosamond behind him.

"Emily, calm down!"

"Rosamond didn't know Lisa was allergic to mangoes. She didn't do it on purpose. She was just trying to be kind, buying Lisa a dessert today."

The hatred in my heart was almost overwhelming.

"She didn't do it on purpose? She didn't know?"

"Last time I brought Lisa to your office, when someone gave her fruit, I said it right then—Lisa is allergic to mangoes."

At this point, I pointed straight at Rosamond.

"That time, she was right there! Standing right behind you!"

A flash of panic crossed Rosamond's eyes, and she hurriedly waved her hand in denial.

"I didn't know, I didn't hear it."

"If I had known, I definitely wouldn't have brought this dessert today."

Rosamond's reaction said it all.

I couldn't hold back any longer and raised my hand high.

But this time, Noah caught my wrist.

His voice carried an angry edge.

"That's enough, Emily! Stop making a scene!"

"Rosamond said she didn't know, so why do you keep harping on it?"

Noah made no effort to hide his impatience, as if I were the one being unreasonable.

In that moment, a deep sense of helplessness closed in around me.

The instant I opened my mouth, tears fell in heavy drops.

"Lisa is lying in the emergency room right now, her life hanging in the balance. You are her biological father!"

"But here you are, protecting the very person who did this to your daughter."

"Noah, can you tell me what on earth you're doing?"

Noah forcefully flung my wrist away.

"I'm Lisa's father. Do you think I'd want anything to happen to her?"

"But you don't have to blow it up like this. Nobody wants something like this to happen, and Rosamond didn't do it on purpose."

"You don't get to use our daughter as an excuse to vent your resentment against Rosamond. That's low!"

In that moment, the last string in my heart finally snapped for good.

I had no expectations left of Noah at all.

I stared at Noah for a long while, then finally wiped the tears from my face.

The next second, I heard my own strained voice.

"Noah."

"Let's get a divorce."