You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 13-so angry

Laurent also sneered disdainfully.

"Alright, let me see how you, a father who has hardly cared for your daughter in the past three years, can compete with me, a mother who has been by her side, intimately accompanying her day and night for the past three years."

He coldly opened his mouth to say something, but she interrupted him without hesitation.

"Yes, I admit that maybe in material things and other aspects, you can give our daughter a better life, but when it comes to emotional happiness, I don’t think you can provide that, especially once you and your lover rekindle your romance. I’m sure you’ll be too busy with your love life to have the time or energy to care for our daughter."

Dave was furious again at her mentioning of rekindling with his lover. He had already told her he had no intention of reconciling, so why did she keep bringing it up?

"Are you done?!"

He growled in anger, but what he didn’t realize was that his arrogant and volatile attitude only made Laurent feel more repelled by him.

Laurent met his fury head-on.

"So, don’t think you can take our daughter’s custody just because you can provide her with a better financial situation. I’ve already consulted with a lawyer, and in divorce cases, the court will prioritize granting custody to the parent who is more beneficial to the child’s well-being."

At this moment, Laurent almost felt like she had turned into a divorce lawyer.

"I’ve been living with our daughter for over three years, while you’ve been distant from her and already have a new partner. Do you really think the court would award custody to someone in your kind of living situation?"

"Besides, the court will also ask for the child’s opinion. Do you think you can convince our daughter to choose to live with you?"

Laurent finished speaking all of this, and seeing the livid expression on his face, she felt a surge of satisfaction in her heart.

Without saying another word, she turned around and walked to pick up her daughter.

Behind her, Dave was left fuming, unable to utter a single word after being struck by her sharp rebuttal.

One cold shoulder after another, and now she was getting a kick out of shouting at him?

Just as Laurent reached the entrance of the kindergarten, her daughter, Washington, with her little backpack, came out. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The little girl, having not seen her for a whole day, was overjoyed to see her and ran straight into her arms.

"Mom, I missed you so much!"

The little face rubbed against her leg, and Laurent’s heart ached as she bent down to hug the little girl.

"I missed you too."

How could she not miss her?

Her daughter was her life, her heart, her everything.

"Daddy?"

As Laurent stood up after hugging her daughter and was about to take her hand to leave, the little girl suddenly shouted with great excitement.

The little girl’s incredulous expression revealed her surprise and joy at seeing Dave, and the welcome she felt. After all, in the six months she had been attending kindergarten, her dad had never come to pick her up...

Almost every day, it was her mom who came to pick her up. If sometimes her mom’s aunt came, or if her mom wasn’t feeling well, it was the Lady of the House who came to pick her up. Occasionally, it was the Lord, or her aunt, but her dad had never come.

Actually, deep down, she also wished that her dad would occasionally come to pick her up. She envied the other children who left holding their father’s hand.

She had asked her mom before if her dad could come pick her up just once, but every time, her mom would say that her dad was too busy and didn’t have time. Even on weekends, when they sometimes went to the amusement park, it was always her mom who accompanied her because her dad had to work overtime—still no time.

So, deep down, she was a little upset with her dad. That’s why she deliberately dressed in a way this morning to make him angry. Who knew he wasn’t mad at all?

Hmph, how boring.

However, now that he was here, surprising her by appearing at the kindergarten, in front of her, she couldn’t help but feel that she wasn’t as mad at him anymore.

She thought, maybe he had indeed been too busy before, so he didn’t have time to accompany her or pick her up.

The world of children is simple and innocent like that. The love and resentment in the adult world that leads to neglect of the child can be easily explained away in the child’s mind with just one sentence: "He was too busy."

Laurent glanced at her daughter’s surprised expression, then turned her head and saw Dave walking over. She furrowed her brows tightly, instinctively pulling her daughter closer to protect her, and then looked at him warily.

She thought that after what she had said earlier, he should have given up and left by now.

But to her surprise, he didn’t leave. Instead, he came closer.

How shameless! Was he really trying to fight for custody of the child in public?

As she held her daughter, she suddenly realized that the little girl was feeling cold. Her face darkened, and she didn’t even pay attention to the approaching man anymore. She looked down and asked her daughter:

"Emma, didn’t you wear a coat today?"

Actually, when she first saw her daughter, as a mother, she instinctively felt that her daughter wasn’t dressed warmly enough. She was only wearing a skirt and a thin cardigan. Though the weather was starting to warm up, it was still a bit chilly in the mornings and evenings. For a little girl who wasn’t in the best health, wearing so little was too much.

"No, I’m just wearing this. I’m not cold."

When her daughter was asked, she tried to act tough and said she wasn’t cold, but just as she finished speaking, a gust of wind blew by, and the little girl hugged her chubby little arms tightly, lowering her head in embarrassment as tears welled up in her eyes.

Fine, she admitted it. She had wanted to wear this outfit for a long time, but every time before, her mom would insist on putting a jacket on her because she thought it looked ugly. Today, since her mom wasn’t home, she could finally wear whatever she wanted freely...

Laurent’s anger flared up immediately. Just as Dave approached, she started scolding him without warning.

"Dave, it’s so cold! Didn’t you think to put a jacket on her before she went out?"

Dave, who was already in a bad mood, was even more furious when she started lecturing him right away.

"Why should I care if she dresses like this? Does she not know the difference between hot and cold?"

Laurent was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes.

"She’s only just over three years old! What does she know about hot and cold? Does she know that the weather changes unexpectedly? If she could take care of herself, then why would parents even be needed?"

Laurent shouted at him angrily, then raised her hand to take off her own jacket, intending to wrap her daughter up in it.

Perhaps to him, she was just making a fuss, throwing a tantrum for no reason. She didn’t care anymore. He had never really cared for their daughter, so of course, he wouldn’t understand how difficult it is when a child gets sick. Every time their daughter caught a cold, it felt like Laurent had to suffer along with her.

She didn’t mind being a little tired, but what really hurt was seeing her child suffer. She wished she could take on all of the pain for her, transfer all of her daughter’s illnesses onto herself.

That was why, when she saw her daughter dressed so lightly, her anger flared up.

Maybe her temper was too strong, or maybe it was just the foul look on his face, but in the middle of the tense standoff, her daughter tugged at Laurent’s sleeve and, looking up at her with a shy expression, tried to ease the tension between them.

"Mommy, don’t be angry at daddy. It was my choice to wear this..."

However, the moment her daughter spoke those thoughtful words, Laurent’s heart instantly felt a pang of bitterness.

In that instant, she hated herself so much—hated her past decisions, hated her selfishness in bringing such a little life into this chaotic world, forcing her to bear the consequences of a father who didn’t love her.