Chapter 17

"It's fucking different, Mollie. It's my child we were talking about," he retorted, his eyes flashing with hurt and frustration.

"My child would not be sick if you hadn't been such a selfish mother," he added.

The tension in the car was palpable, thick with unspoken resentment and unresolved emotions. I could feel Sean's eyes burning into me, his words hanging heavy in the air like a dark cloud.

I felt something boiling inside my body. My ears perked up at what he said. My palm, which I had been preventing from landing on his face, when I saw him caring for Aoife earlier, like he did not abandon us, hit him.

"Your child?" I looked at him and tried not to smirk at what he just said. "Last time I checked, you weren't even there when she was born," I pointed out, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

"You have no right to slap me in the face with your words on how I should be raising my child," I continued, my anger bubbling to the surface. "You may have helped create her, but you certainly hav