He looked at me coldly, "Your daughter is really cooperating with you. I haven't seen her for the past two days, just like you, cunning."

"Hand her over, as a father, I need to teach her a lesson. Look how well-behaved Bob is."

"This time I will make you suffer. If it weren't for you, I would be with Ivy."

"I didn't do anything with Ivy. I took care of them because they had no one else."

Thinking of my daughter, tears welled up in my eyes. He saw my expression and hugged me, saying, "Alright, I know you're jealous today. I'll go back with you."

I struggled and shouted, "Give me 500,000 dollars. I did what you asked, and I also want a divorce."

He looked at me as if I were crazy and said, "I think you've gone mad. One moment our daughter is dead, the next you want a divorce."

"Don't even think about it. Without me, what can you do? Even the custody of our daughter is mine."

"There are 500,000 dollars in this bank card. Take it and go. I'll go home today."

He thought I still loved him as much as before, thinking that he could just appease me and make me happy.

But this time, I really wanted to leave him. Our daughter was my last bottom line.

I didn't care about what he said afterwards. I took the card and ran out with my injured body.

Finally, I can let you rest, Daisy.

When I came to the cemetery, I picked a place where the sunlight could shine on Daisy.

She used to like sunbathing in the garden and waiting for Sebastian to come and see her. Although she didn't like to see strangers because of autism, she had a natural liking for her dad. It was a pity that he only cared about accompanying Ivy and her son every day.

When I took out my card to settle the bill, the staff told me that there was no money in the card.

I felt like I was struck by lightning, took out my phone and called him to ask, 'Where's the money, Shen Qing?'

"Do you know that Daisy is waiting to be buried?"

He sneered, 'You really want my money. Wanwan said that you must have gone out to withdraw money. You gold-digger, you don't deserve to be her mother.'

"Bob still needs to have a heart transplant, so we doesn't have time to deal with you."

I felt as uncomfortable as if I had swallowed a toad and got stuck: "Don't regret it."

"I'm a dog if I regret." He said fiercely.

I came to the hospital heartbroken to find my daughter. I thought I had to take her for cremation. I still had a ring left by my mother that I could sell.

The nurse looked at me with a pained expression, seeing the bruises all over my body, and said, "Do you want to go and get yourself bandaged up first?"

I shook my head and only asked, "Where is Daisy's body in the morgue?"

She looked at me in shock and said, "After her heart was donated to someone else, her family cremated her and scattered her ashes in the sea, leaving only this finger bone."

I cried silently and then suddenly kicked the morgue several times, shouting at the top of my voice, "Who agreed to this? I am her mother and I did not agree!"

The nurse handed me a sheet of paper, and I snatched the donation form from her hand. On it, it was written that the recipient was Bob.

The family member Sebastian Reed agreed.

I was wondering why Bob had been waiting for heart source for so long, but now he could have the surgery so quickly.

Was it my daughter's heart that you were using?

But why didn't she even leave her whole body for me?

Holding that bone, I burst into tears and cried out, "Daisy, I'm useless, I'm sorry."

I regretted falling in love with him and marrying him.

We were childhood sweethearts. My grandfather saved his grandfather, and our families were well-matched.

We had a good relationship since we were young.

When I was in high school, my parents died in a car accident. I felt like the sky was falling and couldn't go on living.

I didn't eat or drink for three days in the room. It was him who kicked open the door and picked me up, promising to love me forever.

He would be my support, but after going to college, he met Ivy and said that she was his true love.

I felt bitter in my heart, but I still hoped that he would come back someday.

After graduating from college, Ivy went abroad with her loved one, and he attempted suicide by cutting his wrist.

In the middle of the night, I carried him around looking for a hospital alone, and finally saved him.

He woke up and said he wanted to get married.

We were very happy for two years after getting married, until Ivy brought her son back and everything changed.

It was my stubborn insistence on this marriage that caused Daisy's tragic death.

All of this was just to make her son happy.

Even the deepest love faded away with the death of our daughter.

After crying for about ten minutes, I stood up. No matter what, I had to get an explanation.

Why did they not only cause the death of our daughter, but also donate her heart, and even let my daughter die without a complete body?

Just as I walked out, I ran into Sebastian.

He was stunned for a moment when he saw me, and said, "I was accompanying Bob for a surgery and then came back to accompany you and our daughter."

It had been a long time since I last saw this tenderness.

But the next second, it made me feel like I was in an icehouse.

"Bob's heart disease can be treated, I think my daughter's autism can also be cured."

"It was thanks to Daisy making him happy that day. Otherwise, Bob wouldn't be in such a good state."

I couldn't bear to listen anymore, tears welled up, choked and said, "Now you think of my daughter? What was you doing before? It's too late, my daughter is dead!"

Sebastian frowned, "You have acted enough, which mother would curse her daughter?"

At this moment, Ivy walked out, and I thought of my daughter's heart.

I slapped her and said, "Why should my daughter's heart be used to save your son?"

"My daughter died because of you, and you still won't let her go, leaving me a bone even after death."

Unable to control myself, I slapped her a few more times, and in her exclamation, I was fiercely hit on the head by Sebastian.

But still holding onto Ivy tightly, I wanted her to accompany my daughter in death.

He kicked me out with one foot, and I felt like my body was falling apart like a skeleton, randomly spitting out blood.

Looking at me angrily, he said, "You are so malicious. She didn't provoke you at all, but you beat her like this."

"I think you have hysteria. You talk nonsense every day. If your parents were here, they would regret giving birth to you."

The donation form and death notice fell out of my body. He picked them up and glanced at them, then tore them up and threw them into the trash can.

"You're really something. You even learned how to forge documents. It's amazing that you can come up with such ideas!"

"I think Daisy should be sent to learn some rules. She has learned how to deceive people from a mother like you. When Bob calls her, she even mocked Bob."

"You quickly hand her over and apologize to Bob."

He took out his phone, and the call log showed today's date. It was from Daisy.

But Daisy died yesterday.

At this moment, Ivy spoke again, "Bob was fine originally, but he couldn't find Daisy and became so sad that his heart disease flared up. Fortunately, he met a heart donor."

When I approached her and was about to fight her to the death, she spoke again: "Janet, don't come over, don't hit me, I feel dizzy, Sebastian."

He gave me a murderous look and said, "Don't force me to hit a woman."

During the fight, the bones of my daughter fell to the ground. She used all her strength to step on it, completely crushing it, and accidentally poured water on it.

I went crazy and threw myself on the ground, using the handkerchief my mother left behind to dry it: "What should I do, what should I do!?"

"I can't even hold on to this, Daisy, take me away."

Sebastian was shocked by my actions and pointed at me angrily.

He said impatiently, "Enough of this nonsense. You've ruined the good day when Bob had surgery and got a new lease on life."

"What are you making a fuss about? Let's find a good doctor for our daughter."

The doctor came over and said, "Mr. Reed, I'm sorry for the loss of your daughter. Thank you for your daughter's selfless donation."