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

"I can't believe it."

"A few hours ago, my daughter was lively. She is now lying in bed with a ventilator, barely breathing."

I suppressed my grief and called my family.

My mother was crying her eyes out.

My father's eyes were red. After searching around, he didn't find Stephen. He suppressed his anger and asked, "Harley is dying here. Where is Stephen Chandler?"

I shook my head while crying.

My father got angry and scolded a few words.

Then he made several phone calls to Stephen.

He, who has a wide network, soon stormed out of the hospital angrily.

I had no time to spare for anything else. I was wholeheartedly focused on Harley.

Suddenly, Harley weakly shouted, "Mommy..."

...

I immediately grabbed her little hand, saying, "Mommy is here. Baby, mommy is here."

Harley struggled to open her eyes with tears streaming down her cheeks. She asked, "Mom, where is Daddy?"

"I saw his car. I wanted to find Daddy, but Daddy didn't see Harley. He hit Harley, but Harley won't blame him. Harley wants Daddy..."

Her voice became lower and lower. Then she suddenly vomited blood in large mouthfuls.

Blood sprayed onto the oxygen mask, staining my eyes red. I desperately called out to her, holding onto her tightly.

Several doctors rushed up and pulled me away. Before they had a chance to take her to the operating room, they began to rescue her.

The heart resuscitation and defibrillator repeatedly sent her small body flying.

Her brain, like a malfunctioning machine, emitted a sharp explosion sound.

There were layers upon layers in front of my eyes. I couldn't see anything.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

A series of instrument sounds woke me up.

My mom turned around and burst into tears.

I looked at the doctor numbly and said, "Continue. Why did you stop?"

The doctor bowed to the corpse.

He said to me, "I'm sorry. The patient has died!"

"Nonsense!"

I rushed over and imitated the doctor's actions to perform CPR on her. I said, "She's not dead. Her heart is beating. If you won't save her, I'll save her myself."

I pressed down with my palm again and again. Tears welled up in my eyes, falling on her face and chest.

Choking on my words, I said, "She's only 6 years old. How could she possibly die? She's not dead!"

My mom rushed over and hugged me, saying, "Chloe, Harley is gone."

I stubbornly said, "She's not dead. She won't die!"

"She's only 6 years old."

"Harley is only 6 years old. She's so well-behaved and cute. It's my damn fault. Why didn't I bring her with me? Why didn't I watch over her? Why did I go get that damn cake?"

"It's all my fault!"

I slapped myself hard in the face.

A surge of hatred spread through my whole body.

I learned from the traffic police that the one who had killed Harley in the car accident was Mia Hunt!