Chapter 112: Quarrel

"You know I have a job! You didn't even make time for your son!" I got up from my seat and pointed at his chest. I couldn't stop screaming. All the veins in my body were alive. He didn't budge from what I was doing to him. "YOU ALWAYS CHOOSE YOUR WORK! WORK THERE! WORK HERE— ”

“Why? Are you any different from me? You did the same, didn't you? If you didn't put work first, I guess somehow you hooked up with his performance?”

His voice was not loud, but the emphasis was as if he was blaming me. I laughed at his sarcasm and shook my head, unable to believe what he was saying.

"So, you blame me for everything?" I could no longer paint my face because all expression was gone.

"That's not what I meant."

"But that's what you're saying!"

"I am tired-"

“So do I!” I didn’t beat up on everything he said. He was supposed to pass me, but I pushed him back. “What? Will you run away from our conversation?”

“Please! Please, Zoe! I plead with you. I'm tired now, and I don't want a fight.” He closed hi