"Daddy, do you really not remember mommy?"

Marcus stared at Dorothy’s big, teary eyes and barely managed to respond, "If you don’t tell me her name, then no, I really don’t remember."

"Hmmm, scumbag!"

Dorothy huffed in anger, grabbed the half-eaten cake beside her, and smashed it right into Marcus’s face.

"Ahhh!" Marcus yelped, his world going completely dark.

He instinctively shot to his feet. "You little brat! Why are you attacking ...