I thought he would explain to me or care about our daughter, but I didn't expect him to directly throw a divorce agreement in my face.
"I didn't expect you to be so malicious, teaching our daughter to frame and harm Vivian! I will sue you immediately and then divorce you. You'd better get out of my sight with that bastard!"
"Wasn't it her who asked our daughter to pick those flowers? Why did it become me defaming her?" I was confused by him and asked loudly.
"She has suffered from depression before and been greatly traumatized. And I know her. She is so kind-hearted. How could she possibly disregard the safety of her students to satisfy her own desires? She has been scared because of Tina's injuries," Cameron said confidently.
He even took out Vivian's previous medical records to show to the people around him. Everyone was puzzled and was fooled by his rhetoric.
I was about to confront him when the doctor rushed in anxiously and said, "Ma'am, your daughter's condition is very serious. She needs to be transferred to a state hospital. She hasn't passed the critical period yet and still needs to be observed!"
I panicked and grabbed Cameron's arm, saying, "Cameron, our daughter hasn't passed the critical period yet. Can we put the divorce on hold for now, considering her feelings?"
Cameron glanced at me disdainfully and said, "You can take care of that bastard yourself. We've been married for seven years, and you haven't even been able to give birth to a boy. You're useless!
I'm so annoyed just looking at you!"
After saying that, he threw me to the ground fiercely.
The situation on my daughter's side was getting worse and worse, almost in shock several times. My fingers were deeply embedded in the flesh, but I couldn't feel any pain.
However, my husband completely ignored our daughter's dangerous situation and held Vivian's hand, showing great concern, afraid that something might happen to her.
Our daughter's lips showed no trace of color, and her body temperature was getting lower and lower. The doctor quickly notified the superior hospital and sent our daughter into the emergency room again.
I took my daughter to the state hospital overnight. Although it was already 2 o'clock in the morning, I couldn't sleep at all.
Looking at the anxious doctors coming and going, and the constantly flashing surgical lights, my heart kept pounding.