Her anger erupted. “They’re my parents, Peter! You’ll host your family here whenever they want, but when my father’s life is at stake, you can’t make space for them? What kind of man are you?” Her voice cracked, but her fury burned bright, drowning out her pain.
Peter’s expression darkened, his tone cutting like ice. “Don’t you dare question me. I’ve done enough for you and your family. You want to talk about ‘kindness’? Maybe look in the mirror and see who’s living off my generosity.” Cindy stared at him, stunned by his venom.