Sophia suddenly collapsed into her wheelchair, and Daniel hurriedly lifted her into his arms.
“I’ll give you one more day. If Grace doesn’t show up, everyone here will be sold to an organ trafficking ring.”
I hated myself for ever getting involved with such a cruel man, and hated even more that I had once loved him.
Another day passed.
Daniel gently carried Sophia and set her down in her wheelchair.
Watching him, I remembered the times I had cried from stomach pains, only to be brushed off with,
“Men are naturally careless. If you don’t say it, how would I know what you need?”
Now, he was tenderly covering Sophia with a blanket.
It turned out he wasn’t incapable of being gentle—he simply chose not to be with me.
Ms. Anderson and I waited at the orphanage gates early, though no one else could see me.
Daniel Harris saw only the director waiting and forced down his anger as he asked,
“Where is Grace Miller?”
Ms. Anderson trembled as she replied,
“Mr. Harris, Grace is truly dead.”
Daniel sneered,
“Then what, that brat was conceived out of thin air? Lies have their limits.”
“Same as before—if Grace doesn’t show herself within ten minutes, I’ll gouge out an orphan’s eyes and throw him from the rooftop.”