Blanche's POV
I raised my voice at Zain, who stayed calm and unbothered. "If I'd realized my daughter would become like this, I would have strangled her myself before letting her grow up."
Zain's expression darkened, his voice turning frigid. "That's enough. She's still just a child."
Watching Zain protect Carry that way, I let out a bitter laugh. "You'll regret this someday."
Zain didn't even flinch. "No, Blanche. You're the one who'll regret it."
With that, Zain scooped Carry up in one fluid movement.
I stood there motionless, agony flooding through me until I lost my footing and crumpled to the floor.
Carry, wrapped around Zain's shoulder, glanced back at me as I hit the ground.
Zain heard the noise and began to turn instinctively, but Carry suddenly piped up, "Daddy, can I have some tanghulu later?"
Zain adjusted his daughter in his arms, his voice tender. "Sure, I'll get you some."
