Chapter 207: Incident
"I can’t believe you agreed to this!" Sylvia fumed as soon as they were inside the sedan. Dina sat silently in the backseat, too exhausted to engage in the argument. She couldn’t shake the disbelief that she had lowered herself for Rain. Watching her father’s soft treatment of Rain only stoked her anger.
They were already on the road, but her mother couldn’t stop voicing her annoyance. Dina silently agreed, her frustration growing. Rain must be so happy right now, and the thought of her life turning out so great only irked her further.
"That’s enough, Sylvia. I made a decision, so you must not question it," Tim snapped, gritting his teeth. Dina struggled to understand what was going on in her father’s mind.
"Rain is nothing! A nobody! I don’t understand why you’re so obsessed with keeping her around, especially after treating her like she doesn’t exist! Isn’t it enough that we already took her away from—"
A loud, resounding slap echoed inside the sedan, making Dina’s eyes widen in shock. She watched, horrified, as her father struck her mother, blood trickling from the corner of Sylvia’s mouth. "Mom," she gasped, stunned by the sudden violence.
"Open your mouth again, and if you dare to speak about that incident with anyone else around, you’ll regret it, Sylvia. You were just as responsible for it as I was!" Tim barked, his voice sharp and unwavering.
Dina stared at her parents’ backs, her frown deepening. There was something strange, something she couldn’t quite place. She squinted, replaying their heated words in her mind. ’What on earth was this ’incident’ they mentioned? And why did it seem tied to Rain?’
Her mother had looked shaken, actually shaken, and her father had been angrier than Dina had ever seen him, his voice cold, even dangerous. Dina gritted her teeth. For as long as she could remember, her parents had treated Rain with barely concealed disdain, acting as though she were an inconvenience, a shadow.
But this? This was different. They weren’t just indifferent to Rain; they seemed to be hiding something, something that had her mother so unnerved she’d been slapped into silence.