Her Kidney was the Payment for His Broken Heart

The next afternoon, the door to the hospital room swung open. Willard walked in, and beside him clung a woman. Kendra looked delicate and fragile yet almost ethereal. One of her hands was looped gently through Willard’s arm, her entire body leaning against his as if she couldn’t stand without him. “Daisie,” Kendra spoke, her voice light and sweet. “How are you feeling?” Daisie turned her head away, refusing to look at her. Willard’s brows furrowed the moment he saw her reaction. His tone came out sharp with irritation. “Hey. What kind of attitude is that? Kendra came here out of kindness to see you.” Kendra quickly tugged on his sleeve, her voice gentle and coaxing. “Willard, don’t be upset with her. She’s about to make such a big sacrifice for me. It’s only natural for her to feel resentful. It’s my fault. If my body weren’t so weak…” Her voice trembled. Her eyes reddened, filling with unshed tears. Willard’s expression immediately softened. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his voice low and dripping with affection. “Don’t say that. None of this is your fault. It’s her debt. She owes you, and she owes me.” When he turned back to Daisie, his warmth vanished, replaced by cold disdain. “You should understand something, Daisie. Donating your kidney to Kendra is a blessing for you.” Daisie didn’t want to hear another word. She fixed her eyes on him and asked through gritted teeth. “My dad—how’s he? The surgery fee you promised me—did you pay it? Did he have the operation?” Willard froze for a moment, caught off guard. Before he could answer, Kendra spoke first. “I heard about Uncle Joe’s condition,” she said apologetically. “It’s truly heartbreaking. Coincidentally, I know a brilliant neurosurgeon from abroad—Dr. Wilson. He’s one of the best in the world. I can invite him here to perform the surgery, and I’ll cover all the expenses myself. Consider it… a small token of goodwill and compensation from me.” Willard looked at her, admiration glowing in his eyes. “See? Kendra is always thinking of others.” Then, his gaze snapped back to Daisie, his tone dripping with contempt. “She’s far better than your useless father. It’s settled, then. Dr. Wilson will handle the surgery.” “No! I don’t want her help!” Daisie shouted before she could stop herself. There was no way Kendra was doing this out of kindness; Daisie didn’t believe that for a second. “My dad’s surgery doesn’t need her charity! Willard, you promised me. Give me the money. We’ll find our own doctor here!” Kendra’s face crumpled with hurt, her tears spilling instantly. “Daisie… are you still angry at me? I really just wanted to help. I mean no harm, I swear…” The sight made Willard’s temper flare. He jabbed a finger at Daisie’s face, his voice roaring like thunder. “Daisie! Don’t be so ungrateful! Kendra’s showing you nothing but kindness, and you throw it back in her face? You should be thankful that any doctor is even willing to touch someone like your father! You don’t get to choose, you hear me?! I’ve made my decision—Dr. Wilson will do the surgery!” “Willard! That’s my dad we’re talking about!” Daisie exclaimed. She struggled to sit up, but the nurse beside her pinned her back down. Willard looked down at her, his eyes cold and pitiless. “Whether your dad lives or dies depends on how you behave.” With that, he turned away, holding Kendra close as he whispered comfort into her ear. Together, they walked out of the room. Watching their silhouettes disappear down the hallway, Daisie felt her body trembling and the air around her freeze. Before she knew it, the day of the surgery came. They wheeled her into the operating room. As the anesthesia coursed through her veins, her consciousness began to fade. The last thing she thought of was the tiny life she carried inside her—the one no one else knew about. ‘I’m sorry, baby… Mommy can’t protect you…’ she secretly cried. She didn’t know how much time had passed before she woke again—only that the pain was unbearable. The anesthesia had worn off, and a searing ache tore through her right side. She lay weak and pale on the bed, too drained even to lift a hand. Everything was silent except for the steady, mechanical ticking of the monitors. Her heart felt as empty as the room around her. Instinctively, she touched her lower abdomen, and to her astonishment, the baby was still there. For a moment, that made her heart swell with relief. Her lips parted weakly as she turned to the nurse beside her. “Excuse me… my dad… How’s my dad?” The nurse didn’t look up from her clipboard. Her tone was flat and indifferent. “Your dad? His surgery failed yesterday. He didn’t make it. He’s dead.”

Just then, the door to the hospital room swung open, and Kendra stepped inside. “Well, look who’s awake.” Her red lips curved into a taunting smile. “How do you feel? Missing a piece of yourself—doesn’t it feel lighter?” Daisie didn’t argue. She just glared at her, her eyes cold and sharp. Kendra hummed lightly, setting a basket of fruit on the bedside table as if she were paying a friendly visit. Then she leaned down, so close that her perfume stung Daisie’s nose, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear. “I’ve got some good news for you—that useless father of yours is dead. Dr. Wilson—that doctor I hired… Wasn’t his technique impressive? I did spend quite a bit of money to make sure he got the job done.” Her smile deepened. “Oh, and one more thing.” She straightened slowly, taking a moment to admire the flicker of pain twisting Daisie’s face. Then she leaned back in again, her tone turning almost gleeful. “Truth is… my kidney was perfectly fine. Never had a problem.” Daisie’s pupils shrank. Kendra laughed softly, savoring her shock, and brushed her hair back with deliberate grace. “But what can you do? Willard believes me. He loves me. The moment I said I needed a transplant, he had everything arranged right away. Tell me—doesn’t that prove how much he adores me?” Daisie shook her head in disbelief. “No… No, that’s impossible…” If that was true, then all her suffering—signing that donation agreement, sacrificing a kidney just to save her father—had been nothing but a joke for someone’s fun. Seeing the hatred rising in Daisie’s eyes, Kendra smiled even wider. “That’s right. Hate me. It suits you,” she said with a sneer. “Trash like you deserves nothing better than to rot in hatred. Remember this well—you killed your father. If you hadn’t offended me, if you hadn’t stolen my man, Willard would never have agreed to let the doctor I bribed operate on him.” She leaned forward again, her eyes glittering with twisted delight. “But don’t be too sad. Your father’s death wasn’t actually that painful.” Her tone dropped to a whisper as she elaborated, “I made sure to tell Dr. Safman to use less anesthesia. That way, the ‘success rate’ would be higher. You know what that means, right? Your dear dad was fully conscious on the operating table.” “Can you picture it?” she went on softly, savoring each word. “He could feel the scalpel slicing into his chest, cutting through skin and muscle, touching his organs… Poor thing—his eyes must’ve been wide open, bloodshot, his whole body shaking in agony. But he was strapped down, couldn’t even move.” Kendra watched as Daisie began to tremble uncontrollably. The former reached out and patted the latter’s shoulder in mock sympathy. “He kept calling your name till the very end,” she said with a sigh. “Such a touching father-daughter bond. I almost cried listening to it.” Every word landed like a knife, cutting deep into Daisie’s chest. Her body convulsed with rage, her wound tore open, and blood began seeping through her hospital gown. “Oh, right,” Kendra said lightly, glancing down at her with a bright, almost cheerful tone. “I almost forgot. Willard said that once you’re all healed, I might still have use for you. Maybe your cornea next? Or your heart?” She grinned. “So make sure you stay alive, my little… walking organ bank.” Walking organ bank… Those three words shattered what was left of Daisie’s strength. Blood rushed up her throat, spilling from her lips. Soon, the world tilted and darkened before her eyes. Then, she collapsed back into unconsciousness.

Nobody knew how long Daisie had been unconscious before the pain woke her again. A sharp, throbbing ache pulsed from the wound on her right side, as if a blunt knife were twisting deep inside her flesh. She barely shifted before a familiar voice broke the silence—low, tight, and edged with urgency. “You’re awake?” Turning her head, she saw Willard sitting beside her bed, his tall frame hunched slightly in the chair. His brows were drawn tight, his gaze fixed on her with what almost looked like… concern. Her lips twitched into a stiff, bitter smile. How ironic. The man who had forced her onto the operating table, taken her kidney, and driven her father to his death now sat there pretending to care. She closed her eyes, unwilling to even look at him. “The doctor said your emotions got worked up and the stitches reopened,” Willard said with a sigh, sounding helpless. “Daisie, what exactly are you trying to do?” ‘Trying to do?’ she asked back inwardly. Her eyes snapped open, burning with fury. “My dad’s dead. You think I should be celebrating?” Her voice trembled with anger. “If it weren’t for Kendra, he wouldn’t have died at all!” Willard’s frown deepened. He let out another sigh. “Every surgery carries risk. Dr. Wilson is one of the best specialists in the field. No one wanted this outcome. You can’t blame Kendra for that. She was only trying to help.” “Trying to help?” Daisie let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Willard, do you even realize? Kendra was never sick! Her kidney’s perfectly fine! She didn’t need mine at all!” His expression darkened immediately. “What nonsense are you talking about?” “I’m not making it up!” she shot back, her voice shaking with anger. “She faked her illness! She lied to you! She admitted it herself! She did it just to get back at me!” “Enough!” Willard shot to his feet, disappointment and disgust flashing in his eyes. “Jeez, Daisie, I used to think you were just foolish. I didn’t realize you could be this cruel! Kendra went out of her way to bring in an expert from abroad to save your father. She’d just had her own transplant and was still weak, but she came to visit you anyway! And you? Instead of being grateful, you accuse her of faking her illness? Have you completely lost your conscience?” Daisie trembled as she stared at him. “Willard,” she said, her voice hoarse, “do you even dare to check the security footage? Right here, in this room, check what she did and said to me yesterday! Watch it yourself, and tell me if she looks sick! Tell me if she’s really not pretending!” She pointed toward the security camera mounted in the corner. Willard followed her gaze. For a fleeting moment, doubt flickered across his face. Looking at how certain Daisie seemed, he contemplated, ‘Could it be… that Kendra really has been pretending after all?’

Just then, the door to the hospital room creaked open. Kendra stepped in, her voice trembling with emotion as she said softly, “Hey… did I come at a bad time? I thought I heard you arguing in here…” Willard immediately crossed the room to support her, his tone tender and full of concern. “Why did you get out of bed? The doctor told you to rest.” Kendra leaned into his arms, her tearful gaze drifting toward Daisie. “Daisie… are you still mad at me? I’m sorry… I know it’s my fault. If it weren’t for me needing that kidney, you wouldn’t have had to go through this. I was heartbroken about your dad, too. I really did everything I could…” Daisie felt a wave of nausea rise in her chest just looking at her. “Keep pretending! Go on! Keep acting!” she shouted. “Willard, check the security footage! See for yourself how she bragged yesterday about faking her illness and how she admitted she was behind my father’s death!” Kendra flinched violently, as though she’d been startled at those words. “Willard… I didn’t… I know she hates me for taking you away, but I never said those things. I was devastated by Uncle Joe’s death, too. How could she accuse me like this?” Willard instinctively wrapped his arms around Kendra, patting her back gently in comfort before turning on Daisie with a glare. “Daisie, have you caused enough trouble?” he snapped. “Look at what you’ve done—Kendra just had surgery, her body’s weak, and she’s still worried about you. Yet you’re acting like a crazy woman throwing accusations!” “I regret ever letting you through my family’s doors!” he blurted out. “Your dad’s death was his own bad luck. It had nothing to do with Kendra! You bring misfortune to your own parents, and now, you want to drag others down with you?!” Daisie’s fists clenched so tight her nails bit into her palms. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, every breath catching in her throat. ‘So this is what he really thinks of me,’ she realized. What else was there to say? The proof was in the security footage, yet he wouldn’t even bother to look. He only believed the fragile little angel crying in his arms. At that moment, Kendra reached out gently toward Daisie’s exposed hand resting on the blanket. “Daisie, it’s all my fault. Please don’t be upset anymore, alright—” “Get away from me!” Daisie snapped, jerking her hand back. “Ah!” Kendra gasped in fright, stumbling backward on purpose. Her elbow struck the insulated bottle on the bedside table, knocking it over. The thermos hit the floor with a crash, and boiling water splashed in every direction. “Kendra!” Willard’s expression changed instantly. Without a thought, he lunged forward, shielding Kendra with his back. “Ugh!” he grunted as the scalding liquid hit his back, his face tightening in pain. “Willard! Are you alright?” Kendra cried, clutching his arm in panic. “I’m fine,” he said through gritted teeth. Ignoring the burn, he looked down to check her anxiously. “What about you? Did you get burned?” “I… I think my ankle hurts a little…” she whimpered pitifully, lifting her foot ever so slightly. Willard turned sharply toward the door and shouted, “Doctor! Doctor! Somebody get in here now!” He didn’t even spare a single glance at the hospital bed behind him. Daisie, who had been sitting closest to the table, hadn’t even had time to react. The boiling water had splashed directly onto her. A sharp, searing pain spread across her skin, making her body tremble uncontrollably. But that wasn’t the worst part. Her sudden movement had violently torn at the surgical wound on her abdomen. She could feel the warmth of her own blood gushing from the reopened incision, soaking through her hospital gown and the sheets beneath her. The agony was unbearable. She curled in on herself, cold sweat breaking across her forehead, her lips drained of color. Soon, several doctors and nurses rushed into the room. “Mr. Grantham! Ms. Spender!” “Hurry! Check her ankle! No scars, you hear me? Use the best medication you’ve got!” Willard’s voice was urgent, his attention fixed entirely on Kendra despite the stinging pain in his own back. With that, the medical staff swarmed around Kendra. No one noticed Daisie. No one saw the blood pooling beneath her, spreading wider and darker by the second. Her vision began to blur. She could hear their voices, Willard’s worried tone calling Kendra’s name again and again, but it was like listening from underwater. She tried to open her mouth to call for help, to say anything. But the sound that came out was barely audible, even to herself. The footsteps faded. The room fell completely silent. In that stillness, Daisie felt something inside her finally shatter. Hatred bloomed in her chest like wildfire, spreading until it filled every corner of her being. Once she went abroad, she swore she would make Willard and Kendra pay—strip them of everything, down to their skin and bones. And when Daisie made a promise, she always meant it. But before she could think another thought, the pain overwhelmed her. Her body gave out, and one more time, she fell into unconsciousness.

How long she lay there, Daisie didn’t know. She was just jolted out of unconsciousness by pain. The burn on her skin had been wrapped in a few hasty turns of gauze. It was so thin she could still feel the swollen outline of the blisters underneath. The bandage at her abdomen was tied tight and crooked; she could feel a faint seep of blood through the layers. Just then, the door burst open. Kendra barged in. Her cheeks were flushed, her step light and composed. There wasn’t a trace of the frailty she used to pretend to have. “Hey there, Daisie. Feeling any better?” Kendra mocked. Daisie’s eyes reddened. She glared at Kendra, the hatred in her chest so fierce she could barely breathe. Kendra didn’t seem to care. She sat at the bedside, crossed one leg over the other with casual ease, and lounged as if she were visiting a friend’s home, not a hospital. “I heard… you’re planning to leave?” Daisie’s heart tightened. How did she know? Was she just guessing, or had someone told her? Leaning closer, Kendra lowered her voice. “Don’t kid yourself. You really think that old woman’s going to help you? If she dares send you away behind her son’s back, Willard will turn against her in a second.” Daisie felt her world drop as she realized that Kendra knew. Of course, she knew. “But,” Kendra’s tone shifted, and she twirled a lock of hair around her finger, “if you really want to go, it’s not impossible.” Daisie kept her eyes locked on her, waiting for the catch. “Beg me.” Kendra laughed, covering her mouth. “Kneel, apologize three times. Slap your own face while you say, ‘Kendra, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have tried to steal Willard from you. I’m nothing but a delusional bitch.’ Maybe then I’ll be in a good mood and tell Willard to kick a nobody like you out.” Daisie gripped the sheet until her nails bit into her flesh. Kendra scoffed. “What? You’re not willing? Looks like you still haven’t faced your situation. What do you have left? No home, your father is dead, your mother is disabled, your brother is in prison, and you’ve lost a kidney. You’re literally a complete waste.” “If you stay in the Granthams’ place, you’ll be my punching bag, my mobile blood bank, my organ reserve. I’ll use you how I please. Willard will only help me; he won’t spare you a glance!” She rose, walked to the window and stared out with a lightness that made Daisie’s blood boil. “Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you. Those gambling debts your brother had? I arranged that trap. Your father’s company goes bankrupt—I had people mess with it. As for your mother, the driver who hit her and put her in the hospital—I hired and paid him.” Daisie’s breath stopped. Her pupils dilated; it felt as though all the blood in her veins froze. Her brother… her father… her mother… Everything—the ruin of her family—had been orchestrated by Kendra from the start?! Her rage swallowed her sanity in an instant. “Kendra! I’m gonna kill you!” Daisie roared. Where it came from she didn’t know, but strength surged through her. She lunged off the bed, grabbed a handful of Kendra’s hair and yanked backward with all her might. Caught off guard, Kendra screamed and staggered, slamming into the wall. “Ouch! Ouch! Let go! You lunatic!” she shrieked, clawing blindly at Daisie’s face. But pain didn’t register for Daisie; she clenched Kendra’s throat, and her eyes went white with revenge. “It’s you! It’s all you! Give me back my parents! Give me back my brother! Give me back my kidney!” Her wound split open, blood quickly staining the hospital gown, but she didn’t care. She only wanted one thing—to drag Kendra down to hell with her! “Help! Willard! Help me!” Kendra cried as she thrashed, her face flushing purple. At that moment, the ward door was flung open with a violent crash.

Willard burst through the door, his face twisting the moment he saw what was happening. “Daisie! What are you doing?! Let her go!” He strode forward, fury exploding through him, and hit Daisie hard in the chest. She was already too weak to withstand the blow. Her body flew backward, slamming onto the floor. Her forehead struck the edge of the bed frame with a sickening thud, and her vision went black. Warm blood trickled down the side of her face, pooling beneath her cheek. The pain from her abdominal wound flared violently, making her curl up in agony. “Kendra! Are you okay?” Willard ignored Daisie completely, rushing instead to cradle Kendra in his arms. His voice trembled with concern as he examined the red marks on her neck. Kendra collapsed against his chest, sobbing uncontrollably, her whole body shaking. “Willard… I was so scared… She suddenly went crazy! She tried to strangle me! She said she regretted everything, that she wanted to kill me and take her kidney back…” Willard’s gaze turned to Daisie, who lay on the floor with blood matting her hair. There wasn’t a trace of pity in his eyes, only blazing rage. “Daisie! You’re beyond saving!” he spat through clenched teeth, his eyes bloodshot. “You don’t deserve to stay in this hospital another second! Guards!” Two bodyguards rushed in at his command. “Take her back. Lock her in the basement. No one opens that door unless I say so!” he ordered coldly. “Willard, please don’t…” Kendra pretended to plead, tears glimmering prettily in her eyes. “Daisie is still injured…” “She won’t die,” Willard cut her off sharply, pulling her close and leading her out. “Women like her don’t deserve to breathe the same air as us.” The bodyguards grabbed Daisie by the arms and dragged her away like she was nothing but a piece of trash. She didn’t fight back. She didn’t beg. Blood blurred her vision, but through the red haze, she saw Willard tenderly protecting Kendra as they walked out together. Hate? Of course, she hated them. She hated them with every fiber of her being! ‘One day,’ she swore, ‘they will apologize to me and beg for my forgiveness!’ Now, she finally understood—in Willard’s heart, Kendra was everything. And Daisie was worth less than an insect beneath his feet. The bodyguards dragged her across the floor and then threw her into the basement. The iron door slammed shut behind her with a deafening clang, followed by the sound of a lock turning. Darkness. Damp air. The stench of mold hit her face. She crumpled onto the cold concrete floor, her body like a discarded rag doll. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around her stomach. In the dark, she curled up, biting hard on her lip to keep herself from crying. She couldn’t die. If she died, Kendra would win. If she died, there would be no one left to avenge her parents and her brother. If she died… she’d lose her baby, too. Suddenly, the basement door clanged open again. Harsh light flooded in, and Kendra stepped inside, her high heels clicking sharply against the concrete. She held a perfumed handkerchief over her nose, her face twisted in disgust. She prodded the curled-up woman in the corner with the tip of her shoe. “Get up.” Daisie didn’t move. Kendra signaled the guards, and they yanked Daisie to her feet. “I’ll take you somewhere nice,” Kendra said with a cruel smile. They dragged Daisie out, shoved her into a car, and drove away. She didn’t know where Kendra was taking her, and she didn’t even have the strength to ask. When the car stopped, she realized they were at the hospital. The guards dragged her into an elevator, then into a patient ward. On the bed lay her mother—pale, unmoving, a ventilator hissing softly beside her. “Mom…” Daisie’s dry, cracked lips trembled, and tears burst from her eyes. She tried to rush forward, but the guards pinned her down. Kendra stepped to the bedside, leaning down, and spoke to the unconscious patient. “Auntie, look who’s here. It’s Daisie, your wonderful daughter. “She’s pathetic now. Lost a kidney, got tossed aside by Willard, and locked up in the basement like a dog. Your family’s finished. Your husband’s dead. Your company’s gone. Your son’s useless. “And it’s all because of your precious daughter! That shameless woman just wouldn’t stop clinging to Willard and wouldn’t stop provoking me. That’s why your family ended up like this! “She’s cursed! She ruined her own parents’ lives! You’re lying here because of her!” “Kendra! Shut up!” Daisie roared, struggling wildly against the guards. “Don’t you dare talk to my mother like that!” Suddenly, the heart monitor beside the bed began to give a sharp, continuous alarm. Her mother’s fingers twitched, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eyes. “Mom! Mom!” Daisie cried hysterically. She felt her heart being torn apart. In her desperation, she fought to break free. Kendra watched Daisie’s agony with a satisfied smile spreading across her face. “See? Even your mother can’t stand the sight of you. She doesn’t want you here. She hates you, Daisie.” Doctors and nurses rushed in, but despite their efforts, it was too late. Her mother was gone. Kendra gestured to the guards. “Take her away.” “No! I’m not leaving! Mom! Mom!” Daisie shrieked. Her nails raked the guards’ arms until blood streaked down, but they still dragged her off, shoving her back into the car and dumping her again in the dark, damp basement. Suddenly, warm liquid soaked through her pants and the blanket beneath her. What came next was a stabbing pain that ripped through her abdomen. “No… No! The baby… My baby…” She curled over, clutching her belly, her face drained of color. At the door, Kendra froze as she noticed the spreading pool of blood beneath Daisie. Questions flooded Kendra’s head. ‘Her baby? Daisie’s pregnant? She’s carrying Willard’s child?’ For a split second, panic flickered across her face. But then, it quickly hardened into resolve. ‘I won’t allow this baby to live!’ she swore. “Help… Help me…” Daisie reached out a trembling hand toward the small window. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Kendra… Please… Call a doctor… The baby… Save my baby…” Her voice broke. “I know I’m worthless… But please… Have mercy…” Kendra stared at the growing pool of blood beneath her and let out a cold laugh. “Save you? Keep dreaming.” She slammed the window shut, cutting off Daisie’s desperate gaze and voice, then turned and ran away. “No… Don’t go… Save my baby!” Daisie cried with everything she had left, but the basement door was soundproof; no one outside could hear her. The pain was unbearable; her mind drifted in and out. Blood kept flowing, spreading across the cold floor. She could feel it—the tiny life inside her slipping from her little by little. Her vision dimmed, her body grew heavy, the darkness pulling her under. Outside the basement, Willard had just returned from work. He frowned, pausing mid-step. ‘Did I just hear something? A faint sound… coming from the basement?’ “What is it, Willard?” Kendra walked over quickly, slipping her arm through his with a sweet smile. Her voice was soft and coaxing. “Didn’t you promise to go with me to pick up the new season’s bags? There’s a limited edition that’ll sell out fast if we’re late.” Willard tilted his head, listening again. But the sound was gone. A strange unease stirred in his chest. For a moment, he was confused. “I thought I heard something… from the basement. Daisie…” Kendra’s heart skipped a beat, but she masked it with a calm face. She tugged his arm, her tone casual. “Oh, come on, what could it be? Probably just the wind. Let’s go, or we’ll be late and someone else will snatch that bag!” She pressed herself against him, her soft body brushing his arm. Willard couldn’t bring himself to push her away. Besides, he told himself, maybe it was just his imagination. ‘After all,’ he thought, ‘Daisie’s always manipulating me. Maybe this is just another one of her tricks to get my attention.’ “Alright. Let’s go,” he said finally, brushing his thoughts aside and opening the car door for Kendra. The engine started, and the car rolled away from the Granthams' estate. Meanwhile, in the basement, Daisie’s consciousness wavered. Blood pooled around her, the floor cold and slick beneath her. With every passing second, she felt herself slipping further… into the void. Just as she was about to lose consciousness completely, the iron door burst open from the outside with a deafening crash! “Daisie!” Odessa burst through the door with two of her most trusted servants. The moment she saw Daisie lying in a pool of blood, barely breathing, the older woman’s face went ashen. “Hurry up! Call an ambulance now! Be careful when you lift her!” she urged, her voice trembling uncontrollably. Before Daisie could respond, darkness engulfed her, and she fell unconscious. “If I lose this child, I will make them pay!” she vowed painfully before the darkness completely swallowed Daisie.