"To trick me into coming back, you’d curse our daughter? Clara, how could you be so vile?"
I cried and shook my head. "No, it's not that, Michael. Skylar really had an accident. Please, come to the hospital to see her, I beg you."
My desperate pleading was met with Michael's impatience.
He said, "Clara, I'm in a meeting. Don't call me again."
He hung up, and when I tried calling back, it was already unreachable.
I was enveloped in loneliness, helplessness, chillness and despair.
I didn't know how long I waited outside the emergency room. Doctors and nurses went in and out, and I signed two critical condition notices.
I cried, begging them to save my daughter.
But in the end, she didn't make it off the operating table.
Unable to accept it, I fainted on the spot.
Hearing my question, Michael paused, ready to say something, but Evelyn spoke first.
"Clara, don't misunderstand. I accidentally fell this morning and had terrible stomach pains. Michael was worried and brought me to the hospital."
Michael frowned, looking at me with eyes full of hatred.
"There's no need to explain to her."
But when he turned to Evelyn, his eyes softened with care.