My Wife Loves Attending Parent-Teacher Meetings for Her First Love's SonChapter 1 Discovery

I managed to marry the dream girl I had fallen for since my youth.

Unexpectedly, she was entangled with her first love, who was a bully during school.

She even neglected our daughter, who had a high fever, to tutor the bully's son!

"I have to tutor my godson. Yasmine is no longer a baby. Can't she go to the hospital on her own?"

I divorced her in a fit of anger.

But to my amazement, less than a month later, she was betrayed by the bully and his family and begged in tears for my forgiveness.

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I was working overtime at the company when my daughter called me.

My daughter's voice was weak and cautious.

"Dad, could you come to the hospital and help me pay the medical expenses?"

My heart skipped a beat. I was so anxious that I hurriedly took my belongings and left without even telling my colleagues what happened.

While driving to the hospital, I checked the time. It was 7:30 pm.

Rena should be off work by this time. How could she not be with the sick Yasmine?

As soon as I reached the hospital, I ran to my daughter Yasmine without any time to think too much.

I thought she just had a common cold, but I didn't expect her to have such a serious fever that she slept in the hospital bed in pain with a deep frown on her face.

Her lips and face were ashen, her hair soaked with sweat due to her high temperature.

I didn't dare disturb her. After paying the medical bill, I went to ask the doctor about Yasmine's condition.

The doctor, who was originally chatting with a patient in a friendly manner, immediately knitted his brows and uttered a snort when he saw me. "So, are you the father of that little girl? You should be blamed. The girl has such a severe fever, yet neither of her parents accompanied her here!

"Do you know her brain would be harmed if she came any later?"

I hastened to apologize and explained that I had been working overtime.

"Is your work more important than your child? Besides, if you couldn't come, what about your wife?"

"Yeah, where is my wife?" I wondered.

I picked up my phone and called Rena, only to hear a busy tone after a long wait.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is not answered. Please redial later."

I sighed, bought some things, and placed them beside my daughter's bed, waiting for her to wake up.

The thought of her tentative tone when she called me wrenched at my heart.