Chapter: 1767

Observing the tense atmosphere, June quickly positioned herself between the two and addressed Rosa. "Rosa, how you can't speak to your father in such a manner? Apologize to him. He only said those things for Maya's benefit."

“For Maya?" Rosa snorted. "Forcing a three-year-old not to depend on her own mother is for her sake? Labeling Maya as delicate...Is that how a grandfather treats his own grandchild? Before Libby turned five, she needed to be carried even to take a few steps. Why didn't you consider her delicate?"

June's smile disappeared.

Brent's expression darkened. “Are you accusing us?"

Rosa locked eyes with him, encountering his unwavering gaze. However, it was only a moment of indifference before she averted her gaze and tenderly patted Maya's back. In a soft voice, she suggested, “Perhaps we shouldn't have breakfast together. We wouldn't want Maya's delicacy to ruin your appetite. We'll go ahead."

With that, she began to walk away, Maya still in her arms.

Brent couldn't contain his anger. "Rosa!"

Rosa briefly halted for a moment but then continued walking. June quickly held back her husband, preventing him from following.

“Look at what your daughter has turned into!" Brent's chest heaved with anger, his face taking on a deep shade of purple.

June clenched her lips tightly, her face losing its color. Hearing Brent berate Rosa in such a manner felt like a searing wound to her heart, causing it to bleed profusely.

She cleared her throat, seemingly releasing long-held-back emotions, and finally spoke up. "Isn't Rosa also your child?"

Brent appeared taken aback, clearly not expecting his wife to confront him in such a way.

"Rosa has been away from us since she was a child. We hardly gave her any attention. Wouldn't it be natural for her to hold some resentment towards us?

You're her father; she carries your blood. You've always been there for Libby, but you forced me to separate from Rosa for over twenty years. She raised Maya all by herself in a foreign country without our support. Now that she's back and has done nothing wrong, can't you show her some fatherly love?"

With a resounding slap, Brent struck June across the face.

Shocked, June covered her cheek, staring at Brent in disbelief. "You hit me?"

Brent seemed shocked by his action as well, but his pride stopped him from admitting his mistake. “You're the one who promised to raise Libby as your own. Are you regretting it now?"

"I've never regretted it. Haven't I always been kind to Libby?" June's voice cracked with the pain of her words. "But Rosa is your daughter as well Can't I defend her?"

“What's the use of saying this now? Rosa has long distanced herself from this family," Brent retorted. He had minimal interaction with Rosa, resulting in a lack of a father-daughter bond. “If you really cared for her, why didn't you do something years ago?"

Brent's appetite vanished. “I'm heading to the office. Take some time to think about this."

Brent didn't even glance back, he departed in silence.

June leaned weakly against the wall, watching her husband's’ resolute departure, tears flowing uncontrollably.

How did things come to this?

She had devoted herself to the Moran family, sacrificing her relationship with Rosa.