Chapter 1

Daughter and dance teacher's daughter burned simultaneously at dance studio.

My daughter, due to delayed rescue, had 70% of her skin burned all over her body.

At this moment, the dance teacher shamelessly begged me, saying that since my daughter's burn area was extensive, we might as well give the skin graft to her daughter.

I absolutely refused, but I never imagined my husband would drug me with sleeping pills and secretly sign the consent form.

After the surgery, my daughter, unable to bear the searing pain all over her body, jumped desperately from the hospital's rooftop.

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I clutched my daughter's urn, staring vacantly into the distance, still hoping against hope that my husband John would come to bid our little Delia a final farewell.

But as evening fell, he never showed. I'd sat rigid all day, every movement now causing pain to shoot through my body.

I stretched a bit, then struggled to my feet.

Now, I had no idea what to do or where to go.

I walked outside mechanically, watching the cars come and go. I spoke to Delia:

"Baby, we don't have a home anymore. Where should Mommy take you?"

I wanted to cry, but it seemed I'd used up all my tears when Delia passed.

Then I thought of those two people responsible for this tragedy. Why were they still living their lives so glamorously in this world?

I started muttering to myself like a madwoman, heading towards the hospital.

It was night by the time I reached the hospital. I'd walked for two solid hours.

When I saw that happy "family of three" in the hospital room, my anger exploded.

I flung open the door. Seeing me arrive, John was visibly annoyed.

"Tallulah? What are you doing here? Why aren't you in the ward with the baby? What are you doing here?"After hearing his scolding, I laughed. Laughed so happily that tears came to my eyes.

It turns out I can still cry after all. I kept pointing at him, but the pain in my heart left me speechless.

Seeing him standing before me so polished and handsome, I felt I had truly wronged Delia.

I took a few steps back. In the moment John was caught off guard, I charged forward and headbutted him.

John was slammed against the wall. He grimaced in pain, unable to straighten up for a long while.

The two inside the room, one big and one small, watched him nervously. They didn't dare come out or even make a sound.

Even at a time like this, John was still concerned about the two of them.

"Don't be scared, Melody. Uncle John is fine."

How gentle you are, John. Why couldn't you have shown that patience to Delia?

After John regained his composure, he saw me standing to the side and kicked out at me.

But compared to the pain in my heart, my body had already gone numb to physical pain.

John shouted at me in a rage: "Tallulah, if you're sick in the head then go see a doctor! Stop disgusting me here!"

"Security! Security!"Get this crazy woman out of here and take her to the mental hospital!"

Security guards from the hospital quickly rushed over and grabbed hold of me as I lay unresponsive on the floor.

I was sprawled on the ground, peering through the strands of my hair at John. How could I have ever fallen for a man like him?

My daughter, along with that woman's child, were both trapped in the burning room. But John ran in and rescued someone else's child, Melody, first.

Melody was the daughter of Delia's dance teacher, also named Melody.

Because of those five extra minutes it took to save her, by the time firefighters got my Delia out, she was covered in blood.

My precious baby girl, cradled in my hands, couldn't even cry out in pain.

By the time we got to the hospital, she had severe burns covering 70% of her body.