"Sarah, whose bastard is this? She's already learned how to lie?"
"And what's with this innocent act you keep putting on? You've been sick this long and still haven't gotten better? Shouldn't you be dead by now?"
"Ethel may have been blunt, but was she wrong?"
"You've already started a new life. Am I not allowed to find someone new?"
I couldn't hold it back any longer. Blood surged from my throat and splattered across the ground.
My face went ashen. My lips turned white.
Nathan scooped Ethel into his arms and walked in the opposite direction.
Daisy looked at the rocky path, then gripped my arm tight. In the next second, she let go and ran after him.
She dropped to her knees in front of Nathan with a heavy thud.
Her small hands clutched at his legs, tears streaming down her face.
"Mister, please, can you save my mommy? She's really, really sick. She needs to go to the hospital right now."
"Please. If she doesn't get to a hospital, she's going to die."
My daughter, on her knees, begging.
My tears fell one by one, hitting the dirt.
I raised a trembling hand toward her.
"Don't beg him..."
Nathan let out a cold scoff, turned, and pushed Daisy aside.
His arms tightened around Ethel.