“Then deal with her! Go ahead! Is your head even correct? You chased a small girl with this heavy charger cable like that? What exactly was your intention? Were you really going to hit her with this giant thing? Do you have no mercy at all? If you had caught her, would you have beaten her to death? Because with your wickedness, if not that she was born in this house and looks like Jewel, I would swear you are not her mother! Our only child that God blessed us with in this world and the next — and you want to kill her for us? How old is she that you’re tormenting her this way? I don’t want this! Don’t try this again! I’m warning you — I don’t put my daughter below anyone, and I can do anything for her. If you don’t love her, I DO!” he barked angrily.
Mummy, silently crying as he yelled, wiped her tears with the back of her hand, dropped the charger, and stormed out, slamming the door.
They all released a deep breath, heavy with tension.
Zainab collapsed on the chair behind her, breathing heavily and exhaling loudly.
Daddy, now calmer, moved closer and gently pulled her into his arms.
“My baby… I hope you’re okay?” he asked softly.
She pulled away sharply, responding with irritation:
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