My Daughter Died in My Husband's Kindergarten

I knelt in front of the door, begging Baldwin to go and see our daughter.

I promised Hannah that I would bring her father back to see her. I couldn't bear to see the disappointment on her face.

But my pleas had no effect. Baldwin called the security guards.

What was even more despairing was that Charles told me that Hannah was in danger.

I broke free from the security guards and ran downstairs.

The operation was not successful. The doctor issued a critical condition notice. My hands trembled as I took it, and my eyes instantly blurred.

I signed the notice and turned around to run upstairs.

Hannah was waiting for us. I must bring her father to her.

Luckily, the door was open.

I saw Baldwin in the crowd at a glance.

I went up and grabbed his clothes, "Baldwin, the doctor has given Hannah a critical illness notice. Go and see her, okay?"

I thought that by now, even if Baldwin didn't believe what I said, he would be willing to go along.

But he just coldly pulled back his clothes; his brows filled with lingering annoyance and impatience, "Stop making a fuss! Can't you see how urgent the situation is now?"

"Brandon has congenital heart disease. He suddenly had an attack. You're also a mother. Can't you empathize?"

He paused, seeming to feel that his tone was too harsh, "Darling, I'll explain it to you when we get home. Don't be suspicious. I haven't done anything wrong."

After speaking, he didn't even turn his head and went to comfort the crying Sylvia by the bedside.

I numbly watched this absurd scene, my heart aching.

"Baldwin, is it that Hannah and I can only always be behind Sylvia and Brandon?

Even if our daughter is on the verge of death."