After her family went bankrupt, Daisie Rosemont sold herself to the wealthy Granthams to pay off her familys debts. In turn, she became the wife of Willard, the heir.
But he despised her.
The reason was the woman he truly lovedKendra Spenderhad left for overseas on the day of his wedding. And on his way to the airport to chase after her, he was ambushed by a rival family and left with a broken leg.
He blamed it all on Daisie.
In turn, he threw her into his familys training base for aggressive dogs, forcing her to tame one by hand.
She was bitten from head to toe, her body covered in scars. The rewarda single visit to her dying mother in the hospital.
When her younger brother was framed and forced into enormous gambling debts, the collectors threatened to cut off his hand. Willard then ordered her into an underground boxing ring.
Last a round, he said, and Ill erase ten thousand of his debts.
She lasted a round, but two of her ribs were broken. She nearly died. And still, her brother ended up in prison.
In despair, her father was driven to jump from a building and now hovered on the edge of death, in desperate need of an operation she couldnt afford.
Meanwhile, her mother lay in a hospital bed, trapped in a coma, unable to eat, move, or survive without full-time care.
Daisie knelt before Willard, her last shred of pride crushed.
He looked down at her coldly. In front of all his friends, he slapped a document across her face.
Kendras kidney is failing, he said. Sign this, and Ill pay for your dads surgery. Ill even hire someone to look after your mom.
It was an organ donation consent formone of her kidneys would go to Kendra.
Daisie stared at the paper. The edge of it nearly sliced her trembling fingertip.
Willard towered over her, looking like a judge awaiting a confession. His friends gathered around, smirking, amused by the show.
When she didnt respond, his brows knitted impatiently.
Well? Are you signing or not?
She stayed on her knees. Theyd gone numb long ago.
In her mind, she saw her father lying in the ICU, the doctors words about the cost of surgery echoing over and over.
She opened her mouth, wanting to tell Willard that she was pregnantthat maybe, for the childs sake, hed show a trace of mercy.
But just then, his phone rang.
He glanced at the screen, and his expression changed instantly.
There was a warmth in his eyes she had never seen before.
He picked up the call in a gentle tone. Kendra? Youre back? At the airport? Dont move. Ill come pick you up right now.
Just like that, he hung up and didnt spare Daisie a single look.
As he turned to leave, his voice turned sarcastic. Take all the time you want. Lets see if your dad can last that long.
Daisies chest tightened.
On one side were her parents, the people who had given her life.
On the other was, the baby was growing quietly inside her.
Her heart felt like it was being torn in two.
When she saw Willards hand reach for the door, she shouted hoarsely.
Wait! Ill sign!
Her voice didnt even sound like her own.
He stopped, half-turning. A cruel smirk tugged at his lips.
See? That wasnt so hard.
Someone behind him handed her a pen.
Her fingers trembled violently as she took it.
Her eyes scanned the dense lines of text until they landed on those six words.
[Voluntary donation of the right kidney].
Her lower abdomen twitched faintly. There, a tiny life was quietly forming.
This baby shouldnt have come into this world.
And if it did, it would only suffer just like her.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, they were void of light.
Then, she signed her name.
Willard snatched the papers, checked the signature, and said flatly, Schedule the surgery.
Without another word, he strode out to find Kendra.
Daisie sat frozen on the floor until someone came to drag her up.
Rough hands yanked her to her feet like a rag doll and shoved her into a car bound for the hospital.
There, doctors and nurses moved in and out, running tests, drawing blood, checking vitals, reciting pre-op instructions without emotion.
No one asked if she was willing to donate her kidney.
No one asked if she was afraid.
While lying on the bed, she waited for a moment when the nurse wasnt watching and reached for her phone.
Her hands shook as she dialed a number.
The line rang a long time before a detached voice finally answered.
Daisie? What is it? It was Odessa.
Mom Daisies voice broke. Please help me. Please save me
There was silence on the other end.
Then, in confusion and desperation, Daisie haltingly and incoherently told her mother-in-law everything Willard had done to her.
She didnt mention the baby. That was her last secret.
When she finished, Odessa still didnt speak, but her breathing grew heavy.
Damn it! Odessa muttered under her breathwhether cursing her son or the situation, Daisie couldnt tell. Youre telling the truth? He really did this to you?
I wouldnt dare lie to you, Mom. He hates me because of Kendra Her voice cracked as she pleaded, Please, help me leave him. If I stay any longer, Ill die. My father will die too
Once again, there was a long silence on the other end.
When Odessa finally spoke again, her voice was low and calculated.
I understand. Dont worry, dear. For now go through with the surgery.
She paused, as if weighing her decision.
Once the surgery is over, and youve rested five days, Ill send you awayout of the country. Youll cut all ties with Willard.
Daisies heart jolted, and she didnt hesitate to agree. Alright, but please, send me to Switzerland. I have a close friend there.
When the call ended, she collapsed against the headboard, her palms slick with cold sweat.
That friend she mentioned was actually her childhood sweetheart.
After high school, hed planned to attend the same university as her, but he unexpectedly left for Switzerland to take over his family business. They hadnt spoken much since.
But she knewif he learned that she was in trouble, he would definitely help her.
The belief filled her with a flicker of hope.
Soon, after five days, she would finally escape Willard.
And when that day came, she sworeWillard and Kendra would pay dearly for everything they had done to her!
The next afternoon, the door to the hospital room swung open.
Willard walked in, and beside him clung a woman.
Kendra looked delicate and fragile yet almost ethereal. One of her hands was looped gently through Willards arm, her entire body leaning against his as if she couldnt stand without him.
Daisie, Kendra spoke, her voice light and sweet. How are you feeling?
Daisie turned her head away, refusing to look at her.
Willards brows furrowed the moment he saw her reaction. His tone came out sharp with irritation.
Hey. What kind of attitude is that? Kendra came here out of kindness to see you.
Kendra quickly tugged on his sleeve, her voice gentle and coaxing.
Willard, dont be upset with her. Shes about to make such a big sacrifice for me. Its only natural for her to feel resentful. Its my fault. If my body werent so weak
Her voice trembled. Her eyes reddened, filling with unshed tears.
Willards expression immediately softened. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his voice low and dripping with affection.
Dont say that. None of this is your fault. Its her debt. She owes you, and she owes me.
When he turned back to Daisie, his warmth vanished, replaced by cold disdain.
You should understand something, Daisie. Donating your kidney to Kendra is a blessing for you.
Daisie didnt want to hear another word. She fixed her eyes on him and asked through gritted teeth.
My dadhows he? The surgery fee you promised medid you pay it? Did he have the operation?
Willard froze for a moment, caught off guard. Before he could answer, Kendra spoke first.
I heard about Uncle Joes condition, she said apologetically. Its truly heartbreaking. Coincidentally, I know a brilliant neurosurgeon from abroadDr. Wilson. Hes one of the best in the world. I can invite him here to perform the surgery, and Ill cover all the expenses myself. Consider it a small token of goodwill and compensation from me.
Willard looked at her, admiration glowing in his eyes.
See? Kendra is always thinking of others.
Then, his gaze snapped back to Daisie, his tone dripping with contempt.
Shes far better than your useless father. Its settled, then. Dr. Wilson will handle the surgery.
No! I dont want her help! Daisie shouted before she could stop herself.
There was no way Kendra was doing this out of kindness; Daisie didnt believe that for a second.
My dads surgery doesnt need her charity! Willard, you promised me. Give me the money. Well find our own doctor here!
Kendras face crumpled with hurt, her tears spilling instantly.
Daisie are you still angry at me? I really just wanted to help. I mean no harm, I swear
The sight made Willards temper flare. He jabbed a finger at Daisies face, his voice roaring like thunder.
Daisie! Dont be so ungrateful! Kendras showing you nothing but kindness, and you throw it back in her face? You should be thankful that any doctor is even willing to touch someone like your father! You dont get to choose, you hear me?! Ive made my decisionDr. Wilson will do the surgery!
Willard! Thats my dad were talking about! Daisie exclaimed.
She struggled to sit up, but the nurse beside her pinned her back down.
Willard looked down at her, his eyes cold and pitiless.
Whether your dad lives or dies depends on how you behave.
With that, he turned away, holding Kendra close as he whispered comfort into her ear. Together, they walked out of the room.
Watching their silhouettes disappear down the hallway, Daisie felt her body trembling and the air around her freeze.
Before she knew it, the day of the surgery came.
They wheeled her into the operating room. As the anesthesia coursed through her veins, her consciousness began to fade.
The last thing she thought of was the tiny life she carried inside herthe one no one else knew about.
Im sorry, baby Mommy cant protect you she secretly cried.
She didnt know how much time had passed before she woke againonly that the pain was unbearable.
The anesthesia had worn off, and a searing ache tore through her right side.
She lay weak and pale on the bed, too drained even to lift a hand.
Everything was silent except for the steady, mechanical ticking of the monitors.
Her heart felt as empty as the room around her.
Instinctively, she touched her lower abdomen, and to her astonishment, the baby was still there. For a moment, that made her heart swell with relief.
Her lips parted weakly as she turned to the nurse beside her.
Excuse me my dad Hows my dad?
The nurse didnt look up from her clipboard. Her tone was flat and indifferent.
Your dad? His surgery failed yesterday. He didnt make it. Hes dead.
Just then, the door to the hospital room swung open, and Kendra stepped inside.
Well, look whos awake. Her red lips curved into a taunting smile. How do you feel? Missing a piece of yourselfdoesnt it feel lighter?
Daisie didnt argue. She just glared at her, her eyes cold and sharp.
Kendra hummed lightly, setting a basket of fruit on the bedside table as if she were paying a friendly visit.
Then she leaned down, so close that her perfume stung Daisies nose, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear.
Ive got some good news for youthat useless father of yours is dead. Dr. Wilsonthat doctor I hired Wasnt his technique impressive? I did spend quite a bit of money to make sure he got the job done.
Her smile deepened. Oh, and one more thing.
She straightened slowly, taking a moment to admire the flicker of pain twisting Daisies face. Then she leaned back in again, her tone turning almost gleeful.
Truth is my kidney was perfectly fine. Never had a problem.
Daisies pupils shrank.
Kendra laughed softly, savoring her shock, and brushed her hair back with deliberate grace.
But what can you do? Willard believes me. He loves me. The moment I said I needed a transplant, he had everything arranged right away. Tell medoesnt that prove how much he adores me?
Daisie shook her head in disbelief. No No, thats impossible
If that was true, then all her sufferingsigning that donation agreement, sacrificing a kidney just to save her fatherhad been nothing but a joke for someones fun.
Seeing the hatred rising in Daisies eyes, Kendra smiled even wider.
Thats right. Hate me. It suits you, she said with a sneer. Trash like you deserves nothing better than to rot in hatred. Remember this wellyou killed your father. If you hadnt offended me, if you hadnt stolen my man, Willard would never have agreed to let the doctor I bribed operate on him.
She leaned forward again, her eyes glittering with twisted delight. But dont be too sad. Your fathers death wasnt actually that painful.
Her tone dropped to a whisper as she elaborated, I made sure to tell Dr. Safman to use less anesthesia. That way, the success rate would be higher. You know what that means, right? Your dear dad was fully conscious on the operating table.
Can you picture it? she went on softly, savoring each word. He could feel the scalpel slicing into his chest, cutting through skin and muscle, touching his organs Poor thinghis eyes mustve been wide open, bloodshot, his whole body shaking in agony. But he was strapped down, couldnt even move.
Kendra watched as Daisie began to tremble uncontrollably. The former reached out and patted the latters shoulder in mock sympathy.
He kept calling your name till the very end, she said with a sigh. Such a touching father-daughter bond. I almost cried listening to it.
Every word landed like a knife, cutting deep into Daisies chest.
Her body convulsed with rage, her wound tore open, and blood began seeping through her hospital gown.
Oh, right, Kendra said lightly, glancing down at her with a bright, almost cheerful tone. I almost forgot. Willard said that once youre all healed, I might still have use for you. Maybe your cornea next? Or your heart?
She grinned. So make sure you stay alive, my little walking organ bank.
Walking organ bank
Those three words shattered what was left of Daisies strength.
Blood rushed up her throat, spilling from her lips. Soon, the world tilted and darkened before her eyes.
Then, she collapsed back into unconsciousness.
Nobody knew how long Daisie had been unconscious before the pain woke her again.
A sharp, throbbing ache pulsed from the wound on her right side, as if a blunt knife were twisting deep inside her flesh.
She barely shifted before a familiar voice broke the silencelow, tight, and edged with urgency.
Youre awake?
Turning her head, she saw Willard sitting beside her bed, his tall frame hunched slightly in the chair. His brows were drawn tight, his gaze fixed on her with what almost looked like concern.
Her lips twitched into a stiff, bitter smile.
How ironic.
The man who had forced her onto the operating table, taken her kidney, and driven her father to his death now sat there pretending to care.
She closed her eyes, unwilling to even look at him.
The doctor said your emotions got worked up and the stitches reopened, Willard said with a sigh, sounding helpless. Daisie, what exactly are you trying to do?
Trying to do? she asked back inwardly.
Her eyes snapped open, burning with fury.
My dads dead. You think I should be celebrating? Her voice trembled with anger. If it werent for Kendra, he wouldnt have died at all!
Willards frown deepened. He let out another sigh.
Every surgery carries risk. Dr. Wilson is one of the best specialists in the field. No one wanted this outcome. You cant blame Kendra for that. She was only trying to help.
Trying to help? Daisie let out a short, disbelieving laugh. Willard, do you even realize? Kendra was never sick! Her kidneys perfectly fine! She didnt need mine at all!
His expression darkened immediately. What nonsense are you talking about?
Im not making it up! she shot back, her voice shaking with anger. She faked her illness! She lied to you! She admitted it herself! She did it just to get back at me!
Enough!
Willard shot to his feet, disappointment and disgust flashing in his eyes.
Jeez, Daisie, I used to think you were just foolish. I didnt realize you could be this cruel! Kendra went out of her way to bring in an expert from abroad to save your father. Shed just had her own transplant and was still weak, but she came to visit you anyway! And you? Instead of being grateful, you accuse her of faking her illness? Have you completely lost your conscience?
Daisie trembled as she stared at him.
Willard, she said, her voice hoarse, do you even dare to check the security footage? Right here, in this room, check what she did and said to me yesterday! Watch it yourself, and tell me if she looks sick! Tell me if shes really not pretending!
She pointed toward the security camera mounted in the corner.
Willard followed her gaze. For a fleeting moment, doubt flickered across his face.
Looking at how certain Daisie seemed, he contemplated, Could it be that Kendra really has been pretending after all?
Just then, the door to the hospital room creaked open.
Kendra stepped in, her voice trembling with emotion as she said softly, Hey did I come at a bad time? I thought I heard you arguing in here
Willard immediately crossed the room to support her, his tone tender and full of concern.
Why did you get out of bed? The doctor told you to rest.
Kendra leaned into his arms, her tearful gaze drifting toward Daisie.
Daisie are you still mad at me? Im sorry I know its my fault. If it werent for me needing that kidney, you wouldnt have had to go through this. I was heartbroken about your dad, too. I really did everything I could
Daisie felt a wave of nausea rise in her chest just looking at her.
Keep pretending! Go on! Keep acting! she shouted. Willard, check the security footage! See for yourself how she bragged yesterday about faking her illness and how she admitted she was behind my fathers death!
Kendra flinched violently, as though shed been startled at those words.
Willard I didnt I know she hates me for taking you away, but I never said those things. I was devastated by Uncle Joes death, too. How could she accuse me like this?
Willard instinctively wrapped his arms around Kendra, patting her back gently in comfort before turning on Daisie with a glare.
Daisie, have you caused enough trouble? he snapped. Look at what youve doneKendra just had surgery, her bodys weak, and shes still worried about you. Yet youre acting like a crazy woman throwing accusations!
I regret ever letting you through my familys doors! he blurted out. Your dads death was his own bad luck. It had nothing to do with Kendra! You bring misfortune to your own parents, and now, you want to drag others down with you?!
Daisies fists clenched so tight her nails bit into her palms. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, every breath catching in her throat.
So this is what he really thinks of me, she realized.
What else was there to say?
The proof was in the security footage, yet he wouldnt even bother to look.
He only believed the fragile little angel crying in his arms.
At that moment, Kendra reached out gently toward Daisies exposed hand resting on the blanket.
Daisie, its all my fault. Please dont be upset anymore, alright
Get away from me! Daisie snapped, jerking her hand back.
Ah! Kendra gasped in fright, stumbling backward on purpose. Her elbow struck the insulated bottle on the bedside table, knocking it over.
The thermos hit the floor with a crash, and boiling water splashed in every direction.
Kendra! Willards expression changed instantly. Without a thought, he lunged forward, shielding Kendra with his back.
Ugh! he grunted as the scalding liquid hit his back, his face tightening in pain.
Willard! Are you alright? Kendra cried, clutching his arm in panic.
Im fine, he said through gritted teeth. Ignoring the burn, he looked down to check her anxiously. What about you? Did you get burned?
I I think my ankle hurts a little she whimpered pitifully, lifting her foot ever so slightly.
Willard turned sharply toward the door and shouted, Doctor! Doctor! Somebody get in here now!
He didnt even spare a single glance at the hospital bed behind him.
Daisie, who had been sitting closest to the table, hadnt even had time to react. The boiling water had splashed directly onto her.
A sharp, searing pain spread across her skin, making her body tremble uncontrollably.
But that wasnt the worst part.
Her sudden movement had violently torn at the surgical wound on her abdomen.
She could feel the warmth of her own blood gushing from the reopened incision, soaking through her hospital gown and the sheets beneath her.
The agony was unbearable. She curled in on herself, cold sweat breaking across her forehead, her lips drained of color.
Soon, several doctors and nurses rushed into the room.
Mr. Grantham! Ms. Spender!
Hurry! Check her ankle! No scars, you hear me? Use the best medication youve got!
Willards voice was urgent, his attention fixed entirely on Kendra despite the stinging pain in his own back.
With that, the medical staff swarmed around Kendra.
No one noticed Daisie.
No one saw the blood pooling beneath her, spreading wider and darker by the second.
Her vision began to blur.
She could hear their voices, Willards worried tone calling Kendras name again and again, but it was like listening from underwater.
She tried to open her mouth to call for help, to say anything.
But the sound that came out was barely audible, even to herself.
The footsteps faded.
The room fell completely silent.
In that stillness, Daisie felt something inside her finally shatter.
Hatred bloomed in her chest like wildfire, spreading until it filled every corner of her being.
Once she went abroad, she swore she would make Willard and Kendra paystrip them of everything, down to their skin and bones.
And when Daisie made a promise, she always meant it.
But before she could think another thought, the pain overwhelmed her. Her body gave out, and one more time, she fell into unconsciousness.
How long she lay there, Daisie didnt know. She was just jolted out of unconsciousness by pain.
The burn on her skin had been wrapped in a few hasty turns of gauze. It was so thin she could still feel the swollen outline of the blisters underneath. The bandage at her abdomen was tied tight and crooked; she could feel a faint seep of blood through the layers.
Just then, the door burst open.
Kendra barged in. Her cheeks were flushed, her step light and composed. There wasnt a trace of the frailty she used to pretend to have.
Hey there, Daisie. Feeling any better? Kendra mocked.
Daisies eyes reddened. She glared at Kendra, the hatred in her chest so fierce she could barely breathe.
Kendra didnt seem to care. She sat at the bedside, crossed one leg over the other with casual ease, and lounged as if she were visiting a friends home, not a hospital.
I heard youre planning to leave?
Daisies heart tightened.
How did she know? Was she just guessing, or had someone told her?
Leaning closer, Kendra lowered her voice. Dont kid yourself. You really think that old womans going to help you? If she dares send you away behind her sons back, Willard will turn against her in a second.
Daisie felt her world drop as she realized that Kendra knew. Of course, she knew.
But, Kendras tone shifted, and she twirled a lock of hair around her finger, if you really want to go, its not impossible.
Daisie kept her eyes locked on her, waiting for the catch.
Beg me. Kendra laughed, covering her mouth. Kneel, apologize three times. Slap your own face while you say, Kendra, I was wrong. I shouldnt have tried to steal Willard from you. Im nothing but a delusional bitch. Maybe then Ill be in a good mood and tell Willard to kick a nobody like you out.
Daisie gripped the sheet until her nails bit into her flesh.
Kendra scoffed. What? Youre not willing? Looks like you still havent faced your situation. What do you have left? No home, your father is dead, your mother is disabled, your brother is in prison, and youve lost a kidney. Youre literally a complete waste.
If you stay in the Granthams place, youll be my punching bag, my mobile blood bank, my organ reserve. Ill use you how I please. Willard will only help me; he wont spare you a glance!
She rose, walked to the window and stared out with a lightness that made Daisies blood boil.
Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you. Those gambling debts your brother had? I arranged that trap. Your fathers company goes bankruptI had people mess with it. As for your mother, the driver who hit her and put her in the hospitalI hired and paid him.
Daisies breath stopped. Her pupils dilated; it felt as though all the blood in her veins froze.
Her brother her father her mother
Everythingthe ruin of her familyhad been orchestrated by Kendra from the start?!
Her rage swallowed her sanity in an instant.
Kendra! Im gonna kill you! Daisie roared.
Where it came from she didnt know, but strength surged through her. She lunged off the bed, grabbed a handful of Kendras hair and yanked backward with all her might.
Caught off guard, Kendra screamed and staggered, slamming into the wall.
Ouch! Ouch! Let go! You lunatic! she shrieked, clawing blindly at Daisies face.
But pain didnt register for Daisie; she clenched Kendras throat, and her eyes went white with revenge.
Its you! Its all you! Give me back my parents! Give me back my brother! Give me back my kidney!
Her wound split open, blood quickly staining the hospital gown, but she didnt care. She only wanted one thingto drag Kendra down to hell with her!
Help! Willard! Help me! Kendra cried as she thrashed, her face flushing purple.
At that moment, the ward door was flung open with a violent crash.
Willard burst through the door, his face twisting the moment he saw what was happening.
Daisie! What are you doing?! Let her go!
He strode forward, fury exploding through him, and hit Daisie hard in the chest.
She was already too weak to withstand the blow. Her body flew backward, slamming onto the floor. Her forehead struck the edge of the bed frame with a sickening thud, and her vision went black. Warm blood trickled down the side of her face, pooling beneath her cheek.
The pain from her abdominal wound flared violently, making her curl up in agony.
Kendra! Are you okay? Willard ignored Daisie completely, rushing instead to cradle Kendra in his arms. His voice trembled with concern as he examined the red marks on her neck.
Kendra collapsed against his chest, sobbing uncontrollably, her whole body shaking.
Willard I was so scared She suddenly went crazy! She tried to strangle me! She said she regretted everything, that she wanted to kill me and take her kidney back
Willards gaze turned to Daisie, who lay on the floor with blood matting her hair. There wasnt a trace of pity in his eyes, only blazing rage.
Daisie! Youre beyond saving! he spat through clenched teeth, his eyes bloodshot. You dont deserve to stay in this hospital another second! Guards!
Two bodyguards rushed in at his command.
Take her back. Lock her in the basement. No one opens that door unless I say so! he ordered coldly.
Willard, please dont Kendra pretended to plead, tears glimmering prettily in her eyes. Daisie is still injured
She wont die, Willard cut her off sharply, pulling her close and leading her out. Women like her dont deserve to breathe the same air as us.
The bodyguards grabbed Daisie by the arms and dragged her away like she was nothing but a piece of trash. She didnt fight back. She didnt beg.
Blood blurred her vision, but through the red haze, she saw Willard tenderly protecting Kendra as they walked out together.
Hate?
Of course, she hated them. She hated them with every fiber of her being!
One day, she swore, they will apologize to me and beg for my forgiveness!
Now, she finally understoodin Willards heart, Kendra was everything. And Daisie was worth less than an insect beneath his feet.
The bodyguards dragged her across the floor and then threw her into the basement.
The iron door slammed shut behind her with a deafening clang, followed by the sound of a lock turning.
Darkness. Damp air. The stench of mold hit her face.
She crumpled onto the cold concrete floor, her body like a discarded rag doll.
Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around her stomach.
In the dark, she curled up, biting hard on her lip to keep herself from crying.
She couldnt die.
If she died, Kendra would win.
If she died, there would be no one left to avenge her parents and her brother.
If she died shed lose her baby, too.
Suddenly, the basement door clanged open again.
Harsh light flooded in, and Kendra stepped inside, her high heels clicking sharply against the concrete. She held a perfumed handkerchief over her nose, her face twisted in disgust.
She prodded the curled-up woman in the corner with the tip of her shoe. Get up.
Daisie didnt move.
Kendra signaled the guards, and they yanked Daisie to her feet.
Ill take you somewhere nice, Kendra said with a cruel smile.
They dragged Daisie out, shoved her into a car, and drove away.
She didnt know where Kendra was taking her, and she didnt even have the strength to ask.
When the car stopped, she realized they were at the hospital.
The guards dragged her into an elevator, then into a patient ward.
On the bed lay her motherpale, unmoving, a ventilator hissing softly beside her.
Mom Daisies dry, cracked lips trembled, and tears burst from her eyes.
She tried to rush forward, but the guards pinned her down.
Kendra stepped to the bedside, leaning down, and spoke to the unconscious patient.
Auntie, look whos here. Its Daisie, your wonderful daughter.
Shes pathetic now. Lost a kidney, got tossed aside by Willard, and locked up in the basement like a dog. Your familys finished. Your husbands dead. Your companys gone. Your sons useless.
And its all because of your precious daughter! That shameless bitch just wouldnt stop clinging to Willard and wouldnt stop provoking me. Thats why your family ended up like this!
Shes cursed! She ruined her own parents lives! Youre lying here because of her!
Kendra! Shut up! Daisie roared, struggling wildly against the guards. Dont you dare talk to my mother like that!
Suddenly, the heart monitor beside the bed began to give a sharp, continuous alarm.
Her mothers fingers twitched, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eyes.
Mom! Mom! Daisie cried hysterically.
She felt her heart being torn apart. In her desperation, she fought to break free.
Kendra watched Daisies agony with a satisfied smile spreading across her face.
See? Even your mother cant stand the sight of you. She doesnt want you here. She hates you, Daisie.
Doctors and nurses rushed in, but despite their efforts, it was too late.
Her mother was gone.
Kendra gestured to the guards. Take her away.
No! Im not leaving! Mom! Mom! Daisie shrieked.
Her nails raked the guards arms until blood streaked down, but they still dragged her off, shoving her back into the car and dumping her again in the dark, damp basement.
Suddenly, warm liquid soaked through her pants and the blanket beneath her.
What came next was a stabbing pain that ripped through her abdomen.
No No! The baby My baby
She curled over, clutching her belly, her face drained of color.
At the door, Kendra froze as she noticed the spreading pool of blood beneath Daisie.
Questions flooded Kendras head. Her baby? Daisies pregnant? Shes carrying Willards child?
For a split second, panic flickered across her face. But then, it quickly hardened into resolve.
I wont allow this baby to live! she swore.
Help Help me
Daisie reached out a trembling hand toward the small window. Her voice was barely a whisper.
Kendra Please Call a doctor The baby Save my baby
Her voice broke. I know Im worthless But please Have mercy
Kendra stared at the growing pool of blood beneath her and let out a cold laugh.
Save you? Keep dreaming.
She slammed the window shut, cutting off Daisies desperate gaze and voice, then turned and ran away.
No Dont go Save my baby!
Daisie cried with everything she had left, but the basement door was soundproof; no one outside could hear her.
The pain was unbearable; her mind drifted in and out.
Blood kept flowing, spreading across the cold floor.
She could feel itthe tiny life inside her slipping from her little by little.
Her vision dimmed, her body grew heavy, the darkness pulling her under.
Outside the basement, Willard had just returned from work.
He frowned, pausing mid-step. Did I just hear something? A faint sound coming from the basement?
What is it, Willard?
Kendra walked over quickly, slipping her arm through his with a sweet smile. Her voice was soft and coaxing.
Didnt you promise to go with me to pick up the new seasons bags? Theres a limited edition thatll sell out fast if were late.
Willard tilted his head, listening again. But the sound was gone.
A strange unease stirred in his chest. For a moment, he was confused. I thought I heard something from the basement. Daisie
Kendras heart skipped a beat, but she masked it with a calm face. She tugged his arm, her tone casual.
Oh, come on, what could it be? Probably just the wind. Lets go, or well be late and someone else will snatch that bag!
She pressed herself against him, her soft body brushing his arm.
Willard couldnt bring himself to push her away. Besides, he told himself, maybe it was just his imagination.
After all, he thought, Daisies always manipulating me. Maybe this is just another one of her tricks to get my attention.
Alright. Lets go, he said finally, brushing his thoughts aside and opening the car door for Kendra.
The engine started, and the car rolled away from the Granthams’ estate.
Meanwhile, in the basement, Daisies consciousness wavered.
Blood pooled around her, the floor cold and slick beneath her.
With every passing second, she felt herself slipping further into the void.
Just as she was about to lose consciousness completely, the iron door burst open from the outside with a deafening crash!
Daisie!
Odessa burst through the door with two of her most trusted servants.
The moment she saw Daisie lying in a pool of blood, barely breathing, the older womans face went ashen.
Hurry up! Call an ambulance now! Be careful when you lift her! she urged, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
The servants rushed forward, carefully placing Daisie onto a stretcher.
Blood continued to drip from her body, leaving a dark, terrible trail on the floor.
Odessas heart clenched at the sight of the crimson stains and the young womans deathly pale face.
She quickly took off her coat and covered Daisie with it.
The ambulance wailed through the night as it sped toward the hospital.
The emergency room light stayed on for what felt like forever.
Odessa waited anxiously outside.
Earlier, she had received a call from an old servant at the family estate, reporting that Willard had locked Daisie in the basement.
A terrible sense of dread had seized Odessa. She rushed over and found exactly what she had dreaded.
When the doctor finally emerged, his expression was grave.
Maam, the patients condition has stabilized after resuscitation, but
But what?
She had a miscarriage. There was severe bleeding, and her uterus sustained significant damage. Im afraid she may never be able to conceive again.
He sighed, showing a hint of pity on his face.
Also, her previous kidney removal surgery site has become infected. Combined with the blood loss and trauma, her body is extremely weak. Shell need a very long recovery.
Miscarriage Unable to conceive again
Odessa stumbled backward at those words, steadying herself against the wall as tears welled up.
Good grief! What kind of terrible things have led to this?!
Soon, Daisie was moved into a VIP ward. No one knew how long it took before she finally stirred awake.
Her fingers twitched slightly. Her entire body felt like it had been dismantled and pieced back together; every inch of her hurt.
Her belly felt hollow.
Her baby was gone.
The last fragment of hope she had clung to was gone with it.
Tears slipped silently down her cheeks, soaking the pillow beneath her head.
Daisie, youre awake? Odessas voice quivered as she came to the bedside, her eyes red from crying. She gently held Daisies cold hand. How do you feel? Are you in pain anywhere?
Daisie looked at her with vacant eyes.
My baby Shes gone, isnt she?
Odessas throat tightened as she nodded. Your baby couldnt be saved. But youre still young. If you take good care of yourself, in the future
In the future, there wont be another one, Daisie cut in, her tone frighteningly calm. The doctor told me. Itll be very difficult for me to bear a child again.
Odessa choked, tears spilling freely down her cheeks.
Im so sorry, dear I shouldve protected you I shouldve stopped that bastard
Daisie shook her head. She didnt blame Odessa.
If blame was to be placed, it was on Daisy herselfon her blindness, on her foolish love for the wrong man.
Mom, she whispered, looking at Odessa with the last flicker of hope in her eyes. Please help me. Let me leave this place with my brother. Im begging you.
If she stayed any longer, she would truly die.
Maybe not her body, but her soul sure would.
Odessa wiped her tears away and pulled a folder from her bag, placing it gently in front of Daisie.
Take a look at this.
Daisie opened it. It was a divorce agreement.
When she flipped to the last page, her breath caught. Under the line marked [Party B], the signature read [Willard Grantham].
The sharp, bold handwriting was unmistakably his.
She lifted her head in shock, disbelief flooding her expression.
Odessa explained, He was drunk, and I took advantage of it. I told him I needed his signature to purchase a property I liked. He didnt even read it before signing.
She sighed, exhaustion and guilt clouding her face.
I know its deceitful, but its the only way to free you from him soon. If he were sober, he absolutely wouldnt sign this.
Daisies hands trembled as she clutched the papers.
Is this freedom? she thought. Just like that, Im free again? No more torment from Willard? No more suffering from Kendras cruelty?
The realization felt unreal, like a dream she might wake from at any second.
Thank you Mom. Thank you so much
She choked on her sobs, not knowing what else to say except how grateful she was.
Odessa reached into her bag again and took out an envelope. Inside was a plane ticket, a new passport, some cash, and a debit card.
Your brothers been released. This plane ticket is for tonighta direct flight to Switzerland. Ive arranged everything there: doctors will meet you to help with your recovery, and there will be people to take care of your daily needs. The money in this bank card is more than enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your lives.
She gripped Daisies hand tightly, her eyes rimmed with tears, her voice thick with emotion.
Daisie once you leave, dont ever come back. Forget everything here. Forget Willard. Start over with your brother, hm?
Daisie stared at the ticket and passport in her hands as tears streamed down her face.
She struggled to sit up, ignoring the sharp pain tearing through her body, and clutched Odessas hands sincerely.
Mom Ill remember your kindness for the rest of my life.
That night, under Odessas meticulous arrangements, Daisie and her brother made their way toward the boarding gate through a special passage.
Every step she took hurt, her lower body ached, her abdomen throbbed with emptiness, and her heart her heart hurt most of all.
At the gate, she stopped, turned back, and looked once more at the city, where she had lived for more than twenty years. It was a city carrying all her love, hate, and grievances.
This was the place that buried her love, her marriage, her child, and her loss.
There was nothing left here worth holding onto.
Moments later, the plane began to taxi down the runway. And slowly, steadily, it lifted into the night sky.
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