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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

"Of course you didn't think about it, you just didn't care, so you believed everything he said." My tone grew more heated. "As long as it could hurt and torment me, you were willing to switch my sister's medication, to leave my daughter alone at home."


"Harlow, in your eyes, are other people's lives so worthless?"


"Or is it because they're my sister and daughter, so in your eyes it doesn't matter if they die?"


Harlow hadn't expected that, while she came to interrogate me, she'd end up being questioned relentlessly instead.


Under my aggressive questioning, her face turned completely pale. "I... I didn't think that way!"


"It doesn't matter whether you thought about it or not, the point is you did it."


I stared coldly at Harlow. "Harlow, regarding the deaths of my sister and daughter, while Zoran who constantly instigated things is despicable, you're the most nauseating of all."


Chapter 9