Immortal Wife Omnipotent Father - Chapter 6 Mommy Came Home

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Mal asked Yasmin with a dark expression, causing the six year old to become afraid and start trembling.

“Hmph, this Empress need not explain anything to you.”

“You abandoned us, succumbing to anxiety and running away, didn’t you?”

Yasmin simply turned her head away and refused to answer. She wanted to tell her husband everything, but the pride and arrogance that had been ingrained into her very soul made her hold her mouth. She knew that if she just came out and said it, Mal wouldn’t believe her.

“Papa, you’re being scary” Ether trembled and tugged on the hem of her father’s shirt.

Mal instantly sobered up and regretted displaying his anger in front of his adorable daughter.

“I’m sorry,” Mal knelt down and hugged Ether, who tightly wrapped her short arms around his neck and hugged him back.

Yasmin put on a cold front standing beside them ramrod straight, but she was tenderly looking down at the two of the out of the lower corner of her eye. When Mal stood up though she quickly turned her head aside so she wouldn’t be seen though.

“Come on, until we have divorce paperwork settled, you are still my wife. I won’t let you sleep on the street at least.

“Hmph,” Yasmin snorted, burying her cowering heart that felt a stab of pain as soon as she heard the word ‘divorce’.

Mal, Yasmin and Ether began walking back to their house as Paul had to fill out a lot of paperwork and couldn’t offer them a friendly ride home. Thankfully it was only a half hour walk, but Mal still picked up Ether and let her ride on his shoulders to avoid getting too tired out.

The three of them painted a strange picture walking home. Mal, a nearly 30 year old man with a rough beard and scraggy hair, wearing a dusty denim shirt and gray shorts. Ether, an adorable girl with long and wavy golden hair who wore a summer dress and rode on her father’s shoulder and patted his head like playing music.

Yasmin stood out the most in the ragtag family, dressed in a pristine immortal’s robe made from heavenly silk, royal purple trimmings decorating all over it as well as he golden hair tied up in a lotus style at the back of her head with two long jade hair pins. She shot cold glares at anyone who got too close to them and caused everyone, including those who called Mal a friend, to give them a wide berth.

By the time they reached their home, Mal already had two veins throbbing in his temple from frustration at her arrogant behaviour simply walking down the road.

“This is where you expect this Empress to stay?” Yasmin looked around the house and coldly snorted.

Mal lifted Ether off his shoulders and covered her ears before quietly saying in a gruff voice, “then sleep outside for all I care.”

Yasmin shut up after that and sat on the couch in the living room in front of the tv without moving. She had crossed her legs and was meditating without moving, drawing in the sparse spiritual qi, almost completely non-existent, that filled Earth.