After My Daughter's Death, My Husband and His Lover End Up in Jail

It was at Harley's funeral.

The first love of my husband, Stephen Chandler, killed my daughter, Harley, in a hit-and-run accident.

Stephen, who was a lawyer, worked so hard to help her get away with the punishment. She thus got a letter of understanding.

When I questioned him, he looked impatient. He said, "Mia feels guilty. Harley can't come back to life. What else do you want?"

"What did I want?"

"I want her to pay the price for Harley's life."

Of course, I won't spare Stephen either."

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"Baby, I'm your mother. Open your eyes and look at me..."

Harley lay on the bed, surrounded by medical equipment.

Hardly had I picked up the cake when I received a call from the traffic police.

Before I could walk far, my cell phone rang!

The person over the phone told me that Harley had been in a car accident and that she was being treated at the hospital.

My mind went blank. Then I couldn't hear what was being said on the other end.

I dropped the cake and ran to the hospital.

While running, I called Stephen, but the call kept getting disconnected.

When I arrived at the hospital, Harley was still being treated.

The doctor told me that her spleen was ruptured. Her sternum and lumbar vertebrae were fractured in multiple places. She had varying degrees of bleeding and brain damage. They told me to be mentally prepared.

I, who had been holding myself back, couldn't control my emotions anymore.

I knelt at the door of the operating room, silently sobbing and howling. It felt like someone was tightly squeezing my chest with a gigantic hand, preventing me from making any sound.

At that moment, I received a message from Stephen. [Something happened to Mia. I must be with her. I can't come back home to celebrate Harley's birthday today. Tell her I will make it up to her twice as much next year.]

I immediately wiped away my tears and called him.

This time, the call was quickly connected.

I didn't even have a chance to say anything.

Stephen said indifferently, "Chloe Hawk, can you be sensible? Mia is a stranger here. Can't I help her? Can you stop being jealous and suspicious all the time?"

As I was about to say something, Mia Hunt called him gently.

Stephen immediately hung up the phone.

I was extremely anxious. I sent him several messages. [Harley is in trouble. She is being treated at the hospital.]

[According to the doctor, her condition is not good. Please come over quickly.]

But he didn't reply to any of my messages.

When I called him again, his phone was turned off.

At this time, Harley was pushed out of the operating room. I immediately went up to her.

The doctor shook his head regretfully, saying, "We have done our best. Her family should see her for the last time."

At that moment, I was helpless.

My vision blurred. I almost fell. The nurse quickly supported me.