Now, no matter how I deny that I didn’t take the photos secretly, it’s useless.
Margaret was the first to speak, her voice shrill and piercing:
"Eleanor, the police have investigated everything, are you still going to make a fuss?"
"I think you're worried that it's Vincent's birthday today and we're pushing for the birth, so you're deliberately causing this to make yourself look bad. You're so shameless that you actually took that kind of video!"
Facing Margaret's criticism, my father, who had remained silent all this time, turned pale and pointed at me and scolded:
"How could I have given birth to such a disgraceful thing like you! I should have strangled you to death!"
From the moment I decided to break up, I expected to be scolded.
The only thing I never thought was that the person scolding me would be my father.
He is always like this, face is more important than anything else.
As for how his daughter, I, was doing and whether I was happy or not, it was never within his consideration.
My mother wanted to say something on my behalf, but in the end, with red eyes, she just pulled my arm and begged:
"Eleanor, please, please stop making trouble. Vincent is so good to you, what are you crazy about? Isn't it better to live a good life?"
Just because I didn't give birth to a child for the Foster family, my mother often told me to be more tolerant in everything.
But I can't stand this kind of thing!
Everyone thought I was shameless enough to film the video and use it to cause trouble.
Vincent looked tired and helpless. He gently held my hand and said affectionately:
"Wife, this is all my fault. If I had protected you and our daughter back then, you wouldn't have made such a mistake because of the child. This is all my fault..."
Talking about the past, I felt for the first time that my daughter might have chosen to leave this world because she knew that Vincent was not worthy of being her father.
I didn't want to watch Vincent act, so I pulled my hand away:
"No matter how you argue, I want a divorce!"
I just don't believe it. I can't find evidence to prove that he did something dirty!
Under the helpless gaze of the police, I went crazy and tried to take each doll apart completely.
But my mother took away my scissors, put an apron on me, and pushed me into the kitchen:
"Eleanor, if you keep making such a fuss, you'll be stuck. Without Vincent, where will you find another man who loves you so wholeheartedly?"
She leaned close to my ear and whispered:
"Hurry up and cook a nice meal for Vincent's birthday. Stop acting like a princess! Don't you think about it? You've been together for ten years, and Vincent is still so passionate about sex. If that's not love, what else can he do? He doesn't even blame you for filming that video. What else do you want?"
Even my own mother refused to believe me, and everyone advised me to quit while I was ahead.
After the police finished taking the statement, they were ready to leave.
Just then, a familiar voice suddenly came from the door.
"Eleanor！"
I turned around with surprise on my face.
My best friend, Scarlett Young, who was supposed to be abroad, was standing at the door!
With her testifying for me, I can definitely prove everything!
I couldn't wait to step forward:
"Scarlett, you're back just in time..."
But she advised me with red eyes:
"Eleanor, you haven't given up on revenge! I knew you'd use this as an excuse to make things difficult for Vincent at his birthday party! But the child is gone. Vincent is more heartbroken than you are about losing his daughter. Why are you still holding on to it?"
I looked at Scarlett in confusion:
"What do you mean by that?"
Scarlett didn't answer my question, but looked at Vincent with a sob.
"Vincent, can you please forgive Eleanor? She really just can't get over that hurdle, so she wants to make you unhappy too..."
For a moment, my blood almost froze.
