“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.