"I'm not one to talk, but come on—you're the eldest son of the Cox family. Forget that you haven't carried on the family name. You couldn't even find a wife who knows her place?"
"Take it from me—you can't give women an inch. You think my wife would dare open her mouth to me like that?"
Daniel's expression was getting uglier by the second. My heart slammed once, hard.
Rose was still in my arms. I couldn't fight all of them—not like this, not holding her.
I tightened my grip on my daughter and walked straight for the door.
Daniel's voice hit me from behind.
His jaw was clenched, every word forced through gritted teeth.
"Stop right there! Apologize to Bryce. Apologize to my mother!"
I turned around slowly, unable to believe what I'd just heard.
"Daniel, your daughter was the one getting hit!"
"I have nothing left to say to your family. Daniel, I want a divorce!"
The second those words left my mouth, Lois's fury shifted into something else entirely.
She dropped to the ground, slapping her thighs, and started wailing.
"Old man! Old man, you get over here and look at this! Your son and his wife want me dead! They're trying to put me in the ground!"