Holding Yael tightly, I met Silas’s gaze head-on. “Oh, really? Then why didn’t you save him immediately? Why did you let him go through such pain? Just because of baseless accusations?”
Silas’s expression shifted, and his tone turned even colder. “You don’t understand anything. This was a lesson for him!”
I shook my head, my heart filled with sorrow. “No, Silas. This wasn’t a lesson—it was cruelty. How can a father subject his child to such a terrifying ordeal just to punish him?”
He fell silent for a moment as if considering my words, but soon, he returned to his usual condescending demeanor. “Enough. Stop making a scene here. We’ll talk at home.”
I carried Yael and got into the car.
The ride home was filled with an oppressive silence, suffocating and heavy.
