Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

Chapter 793 Side Story: Mackie’s Diary (5)

"I want you to help me separate your mother from Vernon. I want them to get divorced so we can be a happy family once more."

…

Mackie stared at her father in silence after he said his true intention.

He thought that her silence meant compliance. Thus, Vincent added, "Vernon and his children are parasites that ruined our family. You're the closest to them, Mackie. You can ruin their marriage, and we can be together again."

"Don't you want to live with me? I am your real father. It would be great if we could live in the old mansion with your mother, right?" Vincent said.

"So, how about it? Come with me in the car. I will tell you all the plans I have to get them divorced."

Mackie maintained her silence. She kept staring at her biological dad but did not heed his instructions.

Vincent began to lose his patience, "Come on, Mackie.

Vincent stretched his hand, wanting to grab his daughter and drag her into the car, but before he could do that, Mackie slapped his hand and took another step back, "I'm not going anywhere with you, Dad."

Vincent frowned, "Why? Don't you want to be happy? If we become a big family once more, you will be happy, do you not realize that?"

"What happiness are you talking about?" Mackie asked back. "You mean when Mom cried every day with bruises all over her body?"

"Mackenzie-!" Vincent was caught off guard by Mackie's deduction. He thought that Mackie must've forgotten about everything that happened in the past since she was just a kid. "Your mother cried to make you sympathize with her. She is manipulative. She was fake crying!"

"You may say the crying was fake, but the bruises on her body were real," Mackie replied. "I saw with my own eyes how she tried to cover the bruises by wearing a jacket. But she passed out often because of hunger and abuse that I came to check on her body."

"She had so many bruises, and I know very well that you liked to grab her arms and shove her around. I saw the blue bruise shaped like a hand on her arms."

"I also know that you like to insult my Mom for eating. Do you think I will forget how Mom went back and forth to the bathroom to puke everything she ate? She became so thin that she was barely living!"

"Do you think I didn't know you beat her and yelled at her every night? I had sleepless nights listening to you cursing at her, calling her cruel insults."

"I also know you tried to stop her from getting help. Sometimes I asked Mom if she was alright, but she always said everything was fine," Mackie said. "But I knew from her eyes that she was scared of you, and probably telling me the truth would only make you hit her harder."

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Vincent was absolutely speechless by Mackenzie's words right now.

He waited for six years until Mackie was fourteen years old, the ripe age of listening to orders, but not old enough to understand everything happening around her.

Who would've expected that Mackenzie would be able to understand everything that happened years ago? Turns out, Mackenzie really inherited the intelligence from her mother.

"Did your Mom tell you about all this? You've been tricked, Mackenzie!"

"No, she never told me about any of this. I learned it by myself," Mackie replied. "As I grew older and lived with my Daddy right now, I realized that a loving father means you won't beat Mommy, you will spend time with your children and love everyone in the family equally."

"You should see what kind of love my real Dad has for Mom," Mackenzie said. "Six years after they got married, they are still in love, and my real Dad always treats Mom gently!"

"My Mom is also happy living with him. We are a perfect family," Mackie added. "So, if you think I don't have a happy family now, you are wrong!"

"I am very happy with my family right now. I have a Mom and Dad who love each other and love me dearly. I have two siblings that see me as their big sister, and I also live with Granny Dorothea and the boys."

"Do you think I will ruin my family to stay with you? The man who beat my Mom until she was broken and also ignored me as his daughter?!" Mackie shook her head firmly. "I am not the same naive girl anymore, Dad. I am not going to be tricked after knowing everything!"

"You—HOW COULD YOU?!" Vincent snapped after getting turned down by his own blood. "YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER! YOU HAVE MY BLOOD! YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN ON MY SIDE!"

All this time, Vincent pinned all of his hopes on Mackenzie, hoping Mackie would eventually take his mantle and destroy Vernon.

But this wasn't the outcome that he expected.

"I spent the past six years thinking about you and your mother, and this is what you want to say to me?! You should care more for your father!"

"I'm not a kid anymore, Dad! I know what's right and wrong! And I know that you hurt my Mom so much!" Mackie yelled back. "She is happy now, so let her go!"

"HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT, YOU SPOILED A LITTLE SHIT! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Vincent raised his hand, ready to slap his teenage daughter for refusing his request. Only a good ol' beating until she was unrecognizable would be enough to knock some sense in her head.

But before he could do that, Vincent felt a sharp pain on his left temple and cheek, and it took him a second to realize that someone punched him with a strong fist.

"URGH!" Vincent's body flew until he hit the school guard rail.

Vincent's eyes got blurry as the sharp pain in his head got even worse. He shook his head, trying to regain some of his consciousness after that powerful punch.

It took him a while until he could finally see the imposing figure standing tall in front of him, clenching his fists, ready to deliver another painful blow.

"Don't you dare touch my daughter, you bastard."