Neglecting Daughter for the Childhood SweetheartChapter 1
My daughter participated in a study tour activity, but due to the mistake of the teacher in charge, she was seriously injured.
Her condition was critical and required immediate surgery!
As soon as the doctor finished speaking, my husband rushed in with the teacher who caused my daughter's injury. "She had depression before, and now her condition is very bad!
Save her first!"
Didn't he say he had a project to discuss today? I called him so many times, and he said he was busy.
"I am the father of that child. Her condition is not that serious."
"But the child is bleeding internally and needs immediate rescue!" A strange doctor was more anxious than my husband.
"If something happens to my child, I am responsible!" My husband impatiently pushed the teacher into the emergency room.
Was our biological daughter less important than a stranger?
Moreover, while my daughter was still in the rescue period, my husband wanted to divorce me because of his first love, thinking it was all my fault to frighten her.
After I completely turned away, he cried and begged me to come back.
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My daughter fell down from the mountain and was covered in blood.
But my husband pretended not to see, and gently comforted the pale-faced Vivian, saying, "I finally found you. The accident is all our fault and has nothing to do with you.
I will help you hire a lawyer. Just focus on recovering.
"Our fault?"
It was clearly Vivian's negligence that caused our daughter to be seriously injured.
In my desperation, I had to send my daughter to another hospital, and my husband never cared about our daughter at all.
The lights in the operating room were always on, and I was the only one outside the door, anxiously pacing. I became even more disappointed in my husband.
I even saw Vivian's post on social media: [Thank you for the chicken soup you made.]
She had a rosy complexion as she leaned on the broad shoulder of the man, with steaming hot chicken soup next to her.
I held my breath. Cameron and I had been married for seven years, and it had always been me who cooked for Cameron. I had never eaten anything he cooked.
He was completely focused on that woman until the evening when our daughter's surgery was completed, and she fell into a coma in the ward, and he arrived late.