My Daughter Died in My Husband's Kindergarten

My daughter died.

She died in the kindergarten that my husband owned.

I begged him to release the surveillance videos.

But he said, "Can you stop making a big deal out of it? It's normal for kids to bump and bruise. If there is a problem, then you should reflect on yourself!"

I collapsed in despair. Perhaps this was my retribution.

But why did he go crazy when he found out the cause of our daughter's death?

——

Our daughter had an accident at my husband's kindergarten.

When I arrived at the hospital, the doctors were preparing to transfer my daughter to the intensive care unit.

I held her tiny hand and pressed it against my face.

Looking at her pale face, my heart felt like it was being crushed.

"Hannah, Mommy is back. Wake up and look at Mommy."

Hannah tried to open her eyes, and her tender voice sounded affectionate, "Mommy, you're back.

I feel a little uncomfortable..."

As always, Hannah smiled at me, but her smile was distorted because of the pain.

"Mommy... where's Daddy?

I miss Daddy."

"Okay, Mommy will call Daddy to come over," I nodded desperately, tears streaming down my face.

I hurriedly took out my phone and dialed Baldwin's number.

It was hung up in less than two seconds.

Please, answer the phone quickly.

I silently begged in my heart.

Every call was hung up without hesitation.

At this moment, I felt extremely exhausted.

Every time I needed him by my side urgently, he was not there.

Hannah's teacher, Charles beside me hesitated to speak, but in the end, he couldn't bear to see me continue this meaningless behavior.

"Mrs. Duncan, there are some things you should know."