---- Oliver's little face flushed red with anger. He stomped his foot and, with a sharp tug, tore Melanie's drawing in half with a loud rip. His arrogant, domineering attitude was on full display. With his hands on his hips and his chin raised, hi shoved my daughter hard and shouted, "Hmph! This is my dad! All the kids at school say you're just some stray without a dad-who said you could call him Daddy?" Melanie's frail little body swayed a few times before she fell to the floor with a loud thump, and then burst into loud sobs. Tears immediately welled up in my eyes. Panicking, I rushed forward and scooped Melanie into my arms, holding her tightly. Then, glaring coldly at Oliver, I said between gnashed teeth, "Apologize." Mike saw the scene and immediately frowned. ---- His face darkened with visible displeasure as he snapped at me, "Shannon, why are you being so harsh toa kid?" Without hesitation, he strode forward, bent down, and scooped Oliver into his arms, gently patting her back in comfort. "J told you last night, didn't I? Oliver is very possessive. He can't stand other kids calling me Dad. He was just upset and made a mistake-he didn't mean to push Melanie." I stood my ground like a stone rooted deep in the earth. My gaze remained unwavering and firm as I looked directly at him, without backing down an inch.