Claudia POV
"…And so what?" Miles's reaction was far from what I had expected. He showed no sign of distress, even after learning that his daughter had been teetering on the edge of death the night before. "Didn't I tell you I want a son? It's just a girl. What's there to worry about?"
"Just a girl? What the hell are you talking about?!" The more I spoke to this man, the angrier I became. Miles had already made it clear he preferred a son over a daughter when he gave me those two choices in jail. But I couldn't hold myself back now, realizing that everything he had ever said about loving our daughter had been nothing but a big, fat lie. "That's your daughter! Miles, you… you are—"
"Am I what?" Miles sighed. He stood up and faced me.
He was taller than me, though not as tall as Ray.
But he was still menacing, especially with his beer belly and the bottle in his hand.
