His Belated Love Is Worth Nothing

Chapter 2

Emma approached and said gently, “Amelia, my beloved Daniel died suddenly of illness. I was very upset, so I asked Ryan to accompany me. Please don’t be angry.”

Her voice was soft, but her eyes held a provocative expression of dominance, as if to say, “With me, he’s always there.” “Oh, your man is so good to you,” I replied expressionlessly.

Ryan frowned. “Amelia, can you be reasonable? Daniel’s death has already made Emma very upset, and you’re still being sarcastic?”

Seeing Ryan so eager to defend Emma , I glanced at him.

Without another word, I simply pushed Ryan’s shoulder away and walked off.

As I departed, Ryan seemed a bit dazed.

This was the first time I saw him and Emma together without crying or making a fuss. I left calmly.

Two seconds later, Ryan caught up with me and whispered, “Isn’t it just because I didn’t take Mia home? Why are you so angry with me for so long? Why are you so petty?”

He was the one who did something wrong, but I was always the one who got blamed.

“Well, it’s all my fault,” I replied coldly without even looking at him.

Seeing my indifference, Ryan was a little surprised. He lowered his tone and explained, “Daniel’s death was a big blow to Emma . I was afraid she might have an accident if she was alone, so I hurried to find her. Is Mia mad at me? I’ll make it up to her when I get back. She’s so well–behaved, she will forgive me, right?”

If he had paid any attention to our family, he would have known something had happened to his daughter.

But he didn’t. He focused entirely on Emma .

“You don’t have a chance anymore,” I said, walking away again, not wanting to say another word to Ryan.

Ryan reached out and grabbed my arm. “Why is there no chance? Okay, okay, I promise to pick up Mia from school every day. You don’t have to be so mad about this, okay?”

Noticing my unusually cold attitude, Ryan seemed willing to lower his profile and make a promise for the first time.

If Mia hadn’t had the car accident, maybe I would have forgiven him.

But now, it was impossible.

“Let’s find a time and finalize the divorce as soon as possible,” I said, shaking off Ryan’s hand and leaving resolutely without looking back.

Watching my back, Ryan felt as if something was slipping away from him. He frowned and called his secretary. “Ava, prepare the most exquisite doll for me and send it home to my daughter. Ask her to help persuade her mother not to be angry with me.”