My Daughter Died in My Husband's Kindergarten

After I heard wha he said,

I rushed out of the ward and went straight upstairs.

Before entering the ward, I saw Baldwin's tall figure from a distance. He is 6.3 foot. The ward seemed too small for him, and he couldn't even stand upright.

He turned his face and looked at the woman beside him with gentle eyes.

The woman had her hair tied up, with loose strands falling on both sides of her cheeks, depicting her gentle and graceful appearance.

The two people nervously surrounded a little boy, afraid that he might bump into something.

The boy holds a toy in one hand and a dessert in the other, looking like the happiest child in the world.

But at this moment, his happiness deeply made my heart ache.

My daughter, such a little child, was staying in the intensive care unit. She might lose her life at any time.

She was still eagerly hoping that her father could come and see her.

Hannah probably never imagined that her father failed to protect her. At this moment, he was accompanying another child and ignoring her.

I pushed open the half-closed door.

The harmonious atmosphere suddenly froze with my arrival.

Baldwin's eyebrows furrowed, clearly displeased with my appearance.

"Why did you come here suddenly? I thought you were on a business trip."

Yes, as the project manager, I was supposed to be on-site to follow up.

The phone call from my daughter's teacher made me completely collapse, and I flew back from Boston.

But Baldwin was there in the kindergarten.

He was right beside our daughter.

But he couldn't hear her cry for help, only the women and her son.

When he hurriedly brought the boy to the hospital, our daughter was behind him, gradually losing her breath.

If it weren't for Charles's keen perception of Hannah's abnormality, I would never see my daughter again!

"What are you doing here on earth?" Since I said nothing, Baldwin's face became even gloomier. "We can talk about it later at home, if you have something to tell me."

Baldwin tugged at my sleeve, trying to take me out of the ward.

I didn't want to embarrass him in front of others, so I followed him out.

I didn't expect to be stopped by a soft voice, before I turned around.

"You must be Mrs. Duncan. Please don't get us wrong. Today, my son suddenly had a heart attack. Mr. Gardner timely sent him to the hospital."

The words were spoken to me, but her affectionate eyes were clearly fixed on Baldwin.

I took a deep breath and tried my best to stay calm. There was nothing more important than letting my daughter see her father.

I held onto Baldwin and explained the situation concisely, "Hannah had a seizure, and is currently in the intensive care unit. She wants to see you, and she has been calling for her dad."

Doubt, worry, and many other emotions flashed quickly in Baldwin's eyes.

The next second, he turned his head to the woman beside him and asked, 'Siyu, how is Hannah doing in class today?'

She is Sylvia!

Baldwin's first love that he has been thinking about for many years.

I subconsciously let go and took a few steps back.

So, Baldwin, does he think I would deceive him about Hannah's safety?

Sylvia seemed to have a hard time speaking, hesitated for a while, "Mrs. McDowell, have you misunderstood? Maybe you have listened to rumors? Hannah was fine in kindergarten before we came to the hospital."

Then, she looked at Baldwin meaningfully.

Baldwin realized and his tone became colder, "Mia, is this interesting to you? Follow me to the hospital, go back immediately, don't embarrass yourself here."

He pulled my sleeve, trying to drive me out of the ward.

I quickly grabbed his hand and begged bitterly, "Hannah is downstairs. She says she's in pain, and wants to see her dad.

You just go down and see her once. I will never interfere with whatever you want to do, even if you want a divorce. But now your daughter needs you..."

Baldwin, as if I had touched a sore spot, showed no mercy and pushed me to the ground directly.

I struggled to get up.

The door closed in front of me.