She opened her mouth, wanting to tell Willard that she was pregnant—that maybe, for the child’s sake, he’d show a trace of mercy.
But just then, his phone rang.
He glanced at the screen, and his expression changed instantly.
There was a warmth in his eyes she had never seen before.
He picked up the call in a gentle tone. “Kendra? You’re back? At the airport? Don’t move. I’ll come pick you up right now.”
Just like that, he hung up and didn’t spare Daisie a single look.
As he turned to leave, his voice turned sarcastic. “Take all the time you want. Let’s see if your dad can last that long.”
Daisie’s chest tightened.
On one side were her parents, the people who had given her life.
On the other was, the baby was growing quietly inside her.
Her heart felt like it was being torn in two.
When she saw Willard’s hand reach for the door, she shouted hoarsely.
“Wait! I’ll sign!”
Her voice didn’t even sound like her own.
He stopped, half-turning. A cruel smirk tugged at his lips.
“See? That wasn’t so hard.”
Someone behind him handed her a pen.
Her fingers trembled violently as she took it.
Her eyes scanned the dense lines of text until they landed on those six words.
[Voluntary donation of the right kidney].