After her family went bankrupt, Daisie Rosemont sold herself to the wealthy Granthams to pay off her family’s debts. In turn, she became the wife of Willard, the heir.

But he despised her.

The reason was the woman he truly loved—Kendra Spender—had left for overseas on the day of his wedding. And on his way to the airport to chase after her, he was ambushed by a rival family and left with a broken leg.

He blamed it all on Daisie.

In turn, he threw her into his family’s training base for aggressive dogs, forcing her to tame one by hand.

She was bitten from head to toe, her body covered in scars. The reward—a single visit to her dying mother in the hospital.

When her younger brother was framed and forced into enormous gambling debts, the collectors threatened to cut off his hand. Willard then ordered her into an underground boxing ring.

“Last a round,” he said, “and I’ll erase ten thousand of his debts.”

She lasted a round, but two of her ribs were broken. She nearly died. And still, her brother ended up in prison.

In despair, her father was driven to jump from a building and now hovered on the edge of death, in desperate need of an operation she couldn’t afford.

Meanwhile, her mother lay in a hospital bed, trapped in a coma, unable to eat, move, or survive without full-time care.

Daisie knelt before Willard, her last shred of pride crushed.

He looked down at her coldly. In front of all his friends, he slapped a document across her face.

“Kendra’s kidney is failing,” he said. “Sign this, and I’ll pay for your dad’s surgery. I’ll even hire someone to look after your mom.”

It was an organ donation consent form—one of her kidneys would go to Kendra.

…

Daisie stared at the paper. The edge of it nearly sliced her trembling fingertip.

Willard towered over her, looking like a judge awaiting a confession. His friends gathered around, smirking, amused by the show.

When she didn’t respond, his brows knitted impatiently.

“Well? Are you signing or not?”

She stayed on her knees. They’d gone numb long ago.

In her mind, she saw her father lying in the ICU, the doctor’s words about the cost of surgery echoing over and over.

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].

Her lower abdomen twitched faintly. There, a tiny life was quietly forming.

This baby shouldn’t have come into this world.

And if it did, it would only suffer… just like her.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, they were void of light.

Then, she signed her name.

Willard snatched the papers, checked the signature, and said flatly, “Schedule the surgery.”

Without another word, he strode out to find Kendra.

Daisie sat frozen on the floor until someone came to drag her up.

Rough hands yanked her to her feet like a rag doll and shoved her into a car bound for the hospital.

There, doctors and nurses moved in and out, running tests, drawing blood, checking vitals, reciting pre-op instructions without emotion.

No one asked if she was willing to donate her kidney.

No one asked if she was afraid.

While lying on the bed, she waited for a moment when the nurse wasn’t watching and reached for her phone.

Her hands shook as she dialed a number.

The line rang a long time before a detached voice finally answered.

“Daisie? What is it?” It was Odessa.

“Mom…” Daisie’s voice broke. “Please… help me. Please save me…”

There was silence on the other end.

Then, in confusion and desperation, Daisie haltingly and incoherently told her mother-in-law everything Willard had done to her.

She didn’t mention the baby. That was her last secret.

When she finished, Odessa still didn’t speak, but her breathing grew heavy.

“Damn it!” Odessa muttered under her breath—whether cursing her son or the situation, Daisie couldn’t tell. “You’re telling the truth? He really did this to you?”

“I wouldn’t dare lie to you, Mom. He hates me… because of Kendra…” Her voice cracked as she pleaded, “Please, help me leave him. If I stay any longer, I’ll die. My father will die too…”

Once again, there was a long silence on the other end.

When Odessa finally spoke again, her voice was low and calculated.

“I understand. Don’t worry, dear. For now… go through with the surgery.”

She paused, as if weighing her decision.

“Once the surgery is over, and you’ve rested five days, I’ll send you away—out of the country. You’ll cut all ties with Willard.”

Daisie’s heart jolted, and she didn’t hesitate to agree. “Alright, but please, send me to Switzerland. I have a close friend there.”

When the call ended, she collapsed against the headboard, her palms slick with cold sweat.

That friend she mentioned was actually her childhood sweetheart.

After high school, he’d planned to attend the same university as her, but he unexpectedly left for Switzerland to take over his family business. They hadn’t spoken much since.

But she knew—if he learned that she was in trouble, he would definitely help her.

The belief filled her with a flicker of hope.

Soon, after five days, she would finally escape Willard.

And when that day came, she swore—Willard and Kendra would pay dearly for everything they had done to her!

The next afternoon, the door to the hospital room swung open.

Willard walked in, and beside him clung a woman.

Kendra looked delicate and fragile yet almost ethereal. One of her hands was looped gently through Willard’s arm, her entire body leaning against his as if she couldn’t stand without him.

“Daisie,” Kendra spoke, her voice light and sweet. “How are you feeling?”

Daisie turned her head away, refusing to look at her.

Willard’s brows furrowed the moment he saw her reaction. His tone came out sharp with irritation.

“Hey. What kind of attitude is that? Kendra came here out of kindness to see you.”

Kendra quickly tugged on his sleeve, her voice gentle and coaxing.

“Willard, don’t be upset with her. She’s about to make such a big sacrifice for me. It’s only natural for her to feel resentful. It’s my fault. If my body weren’t so weak…”

Her voice trembled. Her eyes reddened, filling with unshed tears.

Willard’s expression immediately softened. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his voice low and dripping with affection.

“Don’t say that. None of this is your fault. It’s her debt. She owes you, and she owes me.”

When he turned back to Daisie, his warmth vanished, replaced by cold disdain.

“You should understand something, Daisie. Donating your kidney to Kendra is a blessing for you.”

Daisie didn’t want to hear another word. She fixed her eyes on him and asked through gritted teeth.

“My dad—how’s he? The surgery fee you promised me—did you pay it? Did he have the operation?”

Willard froze for a moment, caught off guard. Before he could answer, Kendra spoke first.

“I heard about Uncle Joe’s condition,” she said apologetically. “It’s truly heartbreaking. Coincidentally, I know a brilliant neurosurgeon from abroad—Dr. Wilson. He’s one of the best in the world. I can invite him here to perform the surgery, and I’ll cover all the expenses myself. Consider it… a small token of goodwill and compensation from me.”

Willard looked at her, admiration glowing in his eyes.

“See? Kendra is always thinking of others.”

Then, his gaze snapped back to Daisie, his tone dripping with contempt.

“She’s far better than your useless father. It’s settled, then. Dr. Wilson will handle the surgery.”

“No! I don’t want her help!” Daisie shouted before she could stop herself.

There was no way Kendra was doing this out of kindness; Daisie didn’t believe that for a second.

“My dad’s surgery doesn’t need her charity! Willard, you promised me. Give me the money. We’ll find our own doctor here!”

Kendra’s face crumpled with hurt, her tears spilling instantly.

“Daisie… are you still angry at me? I really just wanted to help. I mean no harm, I swear…”

The sight made Willard’s temper flare. He jabbed a finger at Daisie’s face, his voice roaring like thunder.

“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.

She didn’t know how much time had passed before she woke again—only that the pain was unbearable.

The anesthesia had worn off, and a searing ache tore through her right side.

She lay weak and pale on the bed, too drained even to lift a hand.

Everything was silent except for the steady, mechanical ticking of the monitors.

Her heart felt as empty as the room around her.

Instinctively, she touched her lower abdomen, and to her astonishment, the baby was still there. For a moment, that made her heart swell with relief.

Her lips parted weakly as she turned to the nurse beside her.

“Excuse me… my dad… How’s my dad?”

The nurse didn’t look up from her clipboard. Her tone was flat and indifferent.

“Your dad? His surgery failed yesterday. He didn’t make it. He’s dead.”

Just then, the door to the hospital room swung open, and Kendra stepped inside.

“Well, look who’s awake.” Her red lips curved into a taunting smile. “How do you feel? Missing a piece of yourself—doesn’t it feel lighter?”

Daisie didn’t argue. She just glared at her, her eyes cold and sharp.

Kendra hummed lightly, setting a basket of fruit on the bedside table as if she were paying a friendly visit.

Then she leaned down, so close that her perfume stung Daisie’s nose, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear.

“I’ve got some good news for you—that useless father of yours is dead. Dr. Wilson—that doctor I hired… Wasn’t his technique impressive? I did spend quite a bit of money to make sure he got the job done.”

Her smile deepened. “Oh, and one more thing.”

She straightened slowly, taking a moment to admire the flicker of pain twisting Daisie’s face. Then she leaned back in again, her tone turning almost gleeful.

“Truth is… my kidney was perfectly fine. Never had a problem.”

Daisie’s pupils shrank.

Kendra laughed softly, savoring her shock, and brushed her hair back with deliberate grace.

“But what can you do? Willard believes me. He loves me. The moment I said I needed a transplant, he had everything arranged right away. Tell me—doesn’t that prove how much he adores me?”

Daisie shook her head in disbelief. “No… No, that’s impossible…”

If that was true, then all her suffering—signing that donation agreement, sacrificing a kidney just to save her father—had been nothing but a joke for someone’s fun.

Seeing the hatred rising in Daisie’s eyes, Kendra smiled even wider.

“That’s right. Hate me. It suits you,” she said with a sneer. “Trash like you deserves nothing better than to rot in hatred. Remember this well—you killed your father. If you hadn’t offended me, if you hadn’t stolen my man, Willard would never have agreed to let the doctor I bribed operate on him.”

She leaned forward again, her eyes glittering with twisted delight. “But don’t be too sad. Your father’s death wasn’t actually that painful.”

Her tone dropped to a whisper as she elaborated, “I made sure to tell Dr. Safman to use less anesthesia. That way, the ‘success rate’ would be higher. You know what that means, right? Your dear dad was fully conscious on the operating table.”

“Can you picture it?” she went on softly, savoring each word. “He could feel the scalpel slicing into his chest, cutting through skin and muscle, touching his organs… Poor thing—his eyes must’ve been wide open, bloodshot, his whole body shaking in agony. But he was strapped down, couldn’t even move.”

Kendra watched as Daisie began to tremble uncontrollably. The former reached out and patted the latter’s shoulder in mock sympathy.

“He kept calling your name till the very end,” she said with a sigh. “Such a touching father-daughter bond. I almost cried listening to it.”

Every word landed like a knife, cutting deep into Daisie’s chest.

Her body convulsed with rage, her wound tore open, and blood began seeping through her hospital gown.

“Oh, right,” Kendra said lightly, glancing down at her with a bright, almost cheerful tone. “I almost forgot. Willard said that once you’re all healed, I might still have use for you. Maybe your cornea next? Or your heart?”

She grinned. “So make sure you stay alive, my little… walking organ bank.”

Walking organ bank…

Those three words shattered what was left of Daisie’s strength.

Blood rushed up her throat, spilling from her lips. Soon, the world tilted and darkened before her eyes.

Then, she collapsed back into unconsciousness.