Chapter 7 

began to truly live for myself. 

Do whatever you want to eat, without preparing specifically for others. 

My daughter wouldn’t think about her father in everything like before, 

It seemed like both of us were silently preparing for something. 

Joaquin, however, felt a crisis and became restless. 

I was actually wondering why some people can be so mean. 

Always taking for granted what I had, but when I was about to lose it, I created a deep affectionate 

mage of myself. 

Is it possessiveness at play, or is it true love? 

I didn’t understand, and I didn’t want to understand anymore. 

If this thing can be called love, then I would rather not have it. 

Just as my thoughts settled, a delicate dish was placed in front of me. 

Joaquin said with an obvious pleasing tone, “This is the mushroom soup with three kinds of fresh 

mushrooms that you love the most.” 

After speaking, he added thoughtfully, “Don’t worry, there is no cilantro that will make you 

allergic.” 

He knew that I was allergic to cilantro. 

But why wouldn’t he specifically remove cilantro every time he ate out? 

Every time I brought it up, he would look at me with disgust and say, “Don’t be so selfish. I love to eat cilantro, and besides, allergies won’t kill anyone. Stop being so dramatic.” 

I tugged at the corners of my mouth and said nothing. 

Joaquin’s eyes flickered with disappointment. 

After he sorted out his emotions, he said to his daughter, “Daddy will go and take you to school today, okay?” 

The daughter’s eyes lit up, but with a hint of doubt, she asked, “Dad, weren’t you always busy?” 

Joaquin’s face looked a bit embarrassed: “Now I’m not so busy anymore, before, Dad neglected 

‘you.” 

The daughter, upon hearing this, fell silent and tears kept falling into the bowl on her face. 

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And so, the father and daughter finished their meal and went to school hand in hand. 

Actually, even if we divorced, I didn’t want our daughter’s bond with Joaquin to be severed. 

Children should not be involved in the grievances of the previous generation. 

I had already prepared the divorce agreement and was considering when to send it to Joaquin. 

A sudden and urgent ringing sound rang out. 

I took a look and it turned out to be Lia’s teacher. 

After the call was connected, the anxious voice of Ms. Colter came through: “Diana, come to the school quickly, Lia got into a fight with a classmate.” 

My heart skipped a beat, without thinking too much, I immediately took a taxi to the school.