ManyWriters

On the day of my daughter's dance competition, a madman suddenly charged towards her with an iron rod.
To protect my daughter, I was battered dozens of times by the lunatic, my arm brutally broken in the process.
My husband Brent immediately apprehended the madman and urgently rushed us to his private, high-end hospital for emergency treatment.
In the hospital room, I was jolted awake from unconsciousness by the searing pain in my broken arm, wanting to call out for Brent.
But I overheard the doctor asking him, "Wasn't the agreement just to replace the knee joint? Why did you have to harm Mrs. Frost and smother the child?"
"Seraphina's just got a broken arm, she's a bit hurt but it's not fatal."
"Her only purpose was to provide a knee joint replacement for Genevieve's son. Now that her mission is complete, there's no need for her to stay alive."
"After all... Genevieve's daughter is my biological child."
So it turns out my daughter was nothing more than an organ carrier to Brent.
But what he doesn't know is that Genevieve's daughter has no blood relation to him whatsoever.

The Hollow Love

"Genevieve, I hate being lied to more than anything. Is Scarlett really my biological daughter? Has her knee never been injured before?"


Brent felt a wave of unease wash over him, wanting to see me immediately.


Genevieve's face instantly turned pale as she rushed to explain, "It was a white lie, just to make our relationship better."


He roughly shoved Genevieve to the ground, his voice cold and merciless, "Genevieve, don't let me see you again. If I can't find Seraphina, I won't let you off the hook."


She looked helplessly at the cold and indifferent Brent, "Brent... weren't you madly in love with me? We were just intimately together..."


Before Brent could walk out of the hospital doors.


It was a message from the courier, "Hello Mr. Winters, your package has been delivered. Shall I leave it at the neighborhood security office for you?"


"What package? I didn't order anything."


The courier continued, "It's from the Midtown."


Chapter 6