Phoenix Golding threw a vicious tantrum. Having vented her anger, she got on her bike and left, probably to fool around with her lover. Vernon Spann clenched his jaw so hard the veins on his forehead throbbed. They looked like they might burst at any moment, a terrifying sight.
"Dad."
Jacqueline Spann called out, but inwardly, she felt a flicker of contempt. 'If only her father could be as tough as Felix Thorne, her life wouldn't be this hard. He doted on her, yes, but he couldn't protect her, and he couldn't earn any money. What good was that kind of love?'
Vernon Spann forced a smile. Seeing Jacqueline's red, swollen eyes and tear-streaked face, he felt a bitter pang in his heart. He hated his own powerlessness, and he hated Phoenix Golding's heartless cruelty even more. He was simmering with rage, but there was nothing he could do.
'He still wanted to return to the city. That's why he'd rather be a pathetic cuckold than offend that bitch.'
