My Husband Bullies Our Daughter to Please His Sweetheart

Unexpectedly, Liam laughed coldly and said dismissively, "Do you think talking nonsense in public will pressure me? Make me go back? Give up! I don't fall for your tricks!"

"Zoe, no matter what, you can't joke about Ellie's life. How bad would it look if word got out."

Gianna added.

"Uncle Liam, Ellie is fine. A few minutes ago, she messaged me asking to hang out," Layla said confidently to Liam.

Layla glanced at me and assured Liam.

In this way, everything was my fault.

The bystanders gradually looked at me differently, treating me as a horrible mother who cursed my own daughter's death.

In the past, I would have argued with Gianna and the others in such a situation.

Liam would then protect Gianna, and I would be livid.

Now, I only wanted to save my daughter.

She was in the prime of her youth.

She was so obedient, so sensible, and so hardworking.

"I didn't lie.

"Ellie is really in danger. She is critically ill. Please believe me this time. Can I beg you on my knees?"

I knelt down and cried in front of Liam, completely abandoning my dignity.

"You..."

Liam was stunned. He didn't expect me to do this.

"Oh! Zoe, what are you doing? If you want to make a scene, do it at home. You're embarrassing Liam in public! People will gossip about us."

Gianna pretended to advise me.

"What kind of skill is moral coercion? Uncle Liam hasn't done anything wrong. You're just making him lose face."

Layla hummed deliberately.

Liam, who had been slightly moved, immediately turned cold again and said to me, "Enough. Stop making a scene. Aren't you tired of this?"

"I'm really not making a scene! Please, go to the hospital with me!" I pleaded.

I crawled forward on my knees and grabbed Liam's pant.

Tears had already blurred my eyes and covered my cheeks.

But even so, Liam still didn't believe me. He only believed Gianna and Layla.

He pushed me and turned to Gianna, saying, "Ignore her. Let's continue picking hamsters."

"Alright."

Gianna nodded. She glanced at me with interest, clearly declaring her victory.

I just kept following Liam, begging him to save my daughter.

But Liam remained unmoved.

Buzz buzz!

A colleague called.

"Zoe...

"She... she is gone..."

My colleague's dejected voice reached my ears. My mind went blank. Then my heart wrenched in pain. I curled up on the ground in agony.

My whole body trembled uncontrollably.

My precious daughter died. She died because her biological father didn't go to the hospital to help with a blood transfusion.

She also died because of my incompetence...

At this moment, my heart died.

The people around us gossiped.

Liam's face darkened. He shouted angrily, "Isn't it enough? Who are you pretending for? Others will only say you're a clown!"

"Get up, Zoe!"

Gianna pretended to squat down to help me.

"Don't touch me!" I shouted.

I pushed Gianna away and then got up. I looked at Liam and said, "Let's divorce, Liam."

After speaking, I turned and left.

Liam didn't follow me.

I didn't expect him to.

After all, in Liam's heart, Gianna and Layla were his top priority. Ellie and I were insignificant.