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On the day my wife officially announced her relationship with her eleventh young boyfriend, our daughter, left alone at home, fell from the balcony.
On her deathbed, our daughter expressed her wish to see her mom one last time.
During a live TV broadcast, Harlow laughed derisively when she received my call.
"Fitch, since when did you learn to use such cheap tactics for attention?"
"You think using our daughter as an excuse will make me come back to see you? Let me tell you, doing this only makes me find you more disgusting!"
The call ended abruptly. The light in our daughter's eyes shattered and disappeared, her forced vitality rapidly fading.
With a beep, the monitor's ECG flatlined into an unwavering straight line.
My heart ached so much that I fainted. When I came to, I saw my mother-in-law, Delia, who had rushed back from abroad.
Meeting her guilt-ridden gaze, I spoke softly.
"I'm sorry, but I can't continue to fulfill the contract. Please let me go."

Daughter's Life Hangs In the Balance, Wanting to See Her One Last Time

At this moment, even if bodyguards were blocking my way, my decision to leave was irrevocable.


I feared that if Harlow returned, I wouldn't be able to control myself from fighting her to the death.


It wasn't that I still had feelings for Harlow, but our daughter had been thinking of her mother on her deathbed, and I didn't want to break her heart.


Fortunately, my mother-in-law discovered that I was being held captive.


Before I could attempt a forceful escape, she arrived at Harlow's and my mansion with reinforcements.


To prevent any mishaps, she personally escorted me all the way to the train station.


Before I entered the station, Delia handed me the urns containing my sister's and daughter's ashes.


My hand brushed over the urns and I solemnly thanked her.


If it weren't for Delia's help, I wouldn't have been able to escape the bodyguards' surveillance, let alone divorce Harlow and take my daughter's ashes.


Chapter 5