You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 30- I want Mommy to hold me

Faced with her daughter’s angry expression, Laurent gently tried to teach her a lesson:

"Emma, you can’t be so unreasonable."

"How could Dad only be good to you? He also has to be good to the lord and the lady of the house, and to the master. He has to be good to Auntie too. And if Dad ever has new children with another auntie, he’ll need to be good to her and to them as well..."

Laurent said this hoping to prevent her daughter from expecting too much from Dave’s affection, hoping that, in the future, when she faced Dave and his new family, it would hurt less and make her less upset.

But to her surprise, the usually well-behaved daughter suddenly burst into tears and threw a tantrum.

"No—!"

The little girl screamed in a high-pitched voice, crying out,

"I don’t want Dad to be with another auntie! I don’t want him to have children with another auntie—"

"I won’t allow it, I won’t allow it! He’s only my daddy!"

Her cries were sharp, defiant, and filled with an earth-shattering intensity. It was hard to tell who she had inherited this unreasonable behavior from.

Laurent had never seen her daughter behave like this before, and for a moment, she was frozen, unsure how to respond.

She also felt a pang of sorrow.

Before this, Dave had been indifferent toward their daughter, so she never really expected much from him. Perhaps it was the current situation with their divorce that had led to more interactions between them. Furthermore, since Dave had taken their daughter to the Disney trip she had dreamed of for so long, their bond had grown exponentially.

Their daughter already shared his blood—an undeniable bond of flesh and blood—so they didn’t need constant closeness to feel that familial love. The time they had spent together recently, the care and attention he had shown, was enough to break the ice between father and daughter.

That was why, when Laurent suddenly said that one day Dave might belong to another woman and other children, the little girl’s world seemed to crumble.

Upon reflection, Laurent realized that her daughter’s reaction was a clear sign of deep insecurity. After finally receiving her father’s love, to suddenly be told that one day, those affections would be shared with others—it was no wonder the little girl couldn’t hold it together.

It was only after her daughter’s emotional outburst that Laurent realized her words might not have been the best choice, but by then, it was too late to take them back.

In truth, it wasn’t that her words were wrong. After all, once she and Dave divorced, he would inevitably end up with Clark. They would have their own children. Her daughter would eventually have to face that reality.

So, Laurent could only harden her heart and watch her daughter cry. She didn’t know what to say to comfort her because this would eventually become the truth.

The sound of her daughter’s crying was so loud that Dave, in the room next door, heard it. He knocked on the door from the outside.

"What’s going on?"

Laurent hadn’t wanted Dave to know about any of this, but after hearing his question, her daughter cried even harder. He knocked even more urgently.

Laurent, already feeling unwell and with a headache from the crying, reluctantly turned to open the door and let Dave in. She figured it was better for him to deal with the mess himself.

When their daughter, who had been crying just moments before, saw Dave enter, she snorted loudly, turning her face away and refusing to look at them. She lay on the bed, continuing to cry her heart out.

"What’s going on?" Dave asked, furrowing his brow.

Laurent avoided his gaze, her own eyes averted as she replied, "You’d better ask her."

She didn’t know how to answer him. Could she tell him that her daughter was upset because she overheard him talking to his lover on the phone?

Dave gave Laurent a quick glance before walking toward the bed.

"Emma?"

He called her name gently, but as soon as he got close to her, the little girl turned her head away and cried, refusing to look at him.

Dave thought to himself that her gesture was so much like her mother’s—turning her head away in a clear sign of disdain, as if it were her way of expressing dislike.

"What’s wrong?"

He crouched down beside her, speaking in a soft voice. Once again, the little girl turned her head away, crying silently, not saying a word or acknowledging him.

Dave felt frustrated; this wasn’t getting anywhere. He decided to pick her up from the bed, forcing her to face him. The little girl’s face was drenched in tears, her expression full of hurt.

No matter how much Dave coaxed or asked, she refused to tell him what had happened. Instead, she continued to twist and struggle in his arms, trying to escape.

"Mommy—"

"I want Mommy to hold me—"

Dave was becoming irritated. The whole day had been pleasant. He had spent time playing games with her, buying her treats, and lifting her onto his shoulders so she could see more of the sights. But now, everything had suddenly turned sour, and he couldn’t understand why.

How had it gone from her being so happy with him to this cold rejection after just one nap at her mother’s?

Laurent saw that her daughter was reaching for her, so she walked over and took the little girl in her arms. The girl buried her face in her shoulder, still sobbing, refusing to look at Dave.

Dave, his face hardening, asked in a low voice, "What did you say to her?"

If Laurent hadn’t said something, why would their daughter be rejecting him so fiercely?

Laurent’s response was sharp, her attitude just as cold. She scoffed and said, "Why don’t you ask yourself what you’ve done?"

If he hadn’t answered Clark’s call in front of their daughter, would any of this have happened?

Dave furrowed his brow, his voice low and tense, "What do you mean? Explain yourself."

Laurent was furious that he was blaming her without considering his own actions. Her anger made her shoulders shake, and the little girl, still in her mother’s arms, felt it. Her tear-filled eyes turned toward Dave as she shouted, "Go away! I don’t want to see you! Go have kids with some other auntie!"

Her outburst made Laurent’s face harden instantly. "Emma Washington, you will not speak like that!"

No matter what, Dave was still her father, an elder. No matter how upset she was, she shouldn’t speak to him like that.

The little girl, already heartbroken, was now scolded by Laurent. She turned back to bury her face in Laurent’s arms and burst into tears again, sobbing uncontrollably.

For Dave, his daughter’s words left him both embarrassed and stiff with discomfort. What was it like to hear his own child tell him to go have children with another woman? The sting of sarcasm and the weight of awkwardness were impossible to ignore.

His daughter was only a little over three years old—how could she possibly say such things? It had to be because someone had been teaching her. Someone was deliberately trying to tarnish his image and fill the child’s mind with the idea that he had other women, all in an effort to turn her against him!

Fury surged through him, veins bulging on his forehead as he shouted at Laurent.

"Laurent! You’re the one who’s always creating trouble, thinking too much and imagining all sorts of nonsense! Stop filling the child’s head with this kind of stuff!"

"Don’t think for a second that just because you try to turn her against me in front of our daughter, I’ll give up custody! I’m telling you right now, it’s not happening!"