Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1184

Everyone watched her, so calm and collected, not seemingly knowing Antonia, let alone Daisy and Peter. There was no need for her to lie.

Antonia remained in her kneel, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.

At this point, Wilma chimed in, "Daisy, you slapped her twice and made her apologize on her knees. Now you realize you've accused her wrongly. How do you plan to make up for it?"

Wilma was the top banana of the group. Only when she spoke did the others dare to utter a word.

"Yeah, Daisy, you've really crossed the line this time. Your slaps made her bleed."

Maja helped Antonia up and saw the trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. That was when she realized Daisy had really lost control.

"Miss, if you feel wronged, you can sue her. Those slaps could be considered assault."

Daisy was a star. Compensation was the least of her worries. If her reputation took a hit, it would be hard for her to get work.

Daisy wanted to retort, but given that Maja was the investor, she had to swallow her anger.

She looked at her son and saw a hint of guilt in his eyes. She realized he probably caused his own injuries.

But kids couldn’t be that observing. He angrily pushed Maja away.

"You're a bad woman! Get out! I don't want you here, get out!"

The crowd watched him throw a tantrum at Maja, their faces masked with amusement.

Daisy, in her panic, quickly nudged Peter, hoping he would intervene.

Peter had mixed feelings, especially as he looked at Antonia's bruised cheek, an ounce of guilt appearing.

Turned out Antonia didn’t hurt the kid.

He sighed and pulled his son closer.

"Enough, apologize to the lady."

Upon hearing these words, the boy burst into tears.

"No, no! I don't want to. Dad doesn't love me anymore! I hate you!"

The term 'dad' changed the atmosphere of the set.

Antonia flicked a glance at Peter and lowered her head, "I'll be leaving then."

With that, she left briskly.

Peter followed her out.

It wasn't until they were outside that Antonia broke down and cried.

Peter caught up to her but didn't know what to say. Antonia asked, "The food, you have to eat it. Our daughter made it. Honey, I shouldn't have come today. I'm sorry for upsetting you and your artist."

Peter was at a loss for words, his brows furrowed tight. After a while, he finally said, "I'll come home tonight to see our daughter."

A spark of joy flashed in Antonia's eyes.

Peter had never voluntarily come home before, except on their daughter's birthday.

And even then, he never stayed overnight, usually leaving when Daisy called.

She continued to listen to Maja, pretending she didn't know that the boy was Peter's son.