Liam Foster's childhood sweetheart, who had just returned to the country, hit me with her car.

Liam, who just said he was busy with surgery and didn't have time to spend our anniversary with me, but arrived at the scene in a few minutes.

Childhood sweetheart breathed a sigh of relief: "My boyfriend is here. He has money. If you want any compensation, just tell his assistant."

Liam gathered his jacket around her.

He frowned again and looked at my bleeding knee, staring at it for a long time.

She hesitated, "Do you two know each other?"

Liam lowered his eyes, took her hand and left.

"I don't know her."

She didn't say anything and looked at me deeply.

The next day I received a call that my daughter Luna was bullied by Noah Cole, a rich second-generation boy at school, and was pushed down the stairs, seriously injured and near death. However, it was determined that she committed suicide because of playing. My mother was so anxious that she had a heart attack and was admitted to the hospital.

I sued five times and lost all five times.

Just as I was preparing for my sixth appeal, I discovered that Luna was missing from the intensive care unit. The medical record clearly stated, "The patient has died and her body has been voluntarily donated to the hospital for medical research."

The experiment is scheduled for seven days later.

I held the light piece of paper tightly, my fingertips almost digging into my palm.

My Luna was clearly recovering and would be cured soon, so how could she die suddenly?

Just as I was about to contact the doctor, my husband Liam suddenly rushed in. His white coat still had a faint smell of disinfectant. He slapped a bank card in front of me:

"Clara Bennett, I've been at the hospital for eight years. From diagnosis to body disposal, there's nothing I can't handle. Even if you find more witnesses, I've already taken care of the autopsy report, and Lila's case won't be overturned."

"I said she committed suicide, and that's all she could do. Now that she's dead, she can't cooperate with you in identifying the murderer. You keep appealing, aren't you just trying to extort money from Vanessa's family?"

He leaned against the hallway cabinet, his tone filled with impatience. "I've already donated Lila's body to the hospital. The pathology department happened to be short of lab samples, and Vanessa's son is still waiting for Lila's kidney for treatment, so it wasn't a waste. There's ten thousand in this card, take it, and don't bother her endlessly."

Vanessa Cole, the woman who hit me with her car that day, the mother of Noah Cole, the rich second-generation who bullied Luna to death, and also Liam's childhood sweetheart.

I stared at the calm, unwavering look in his eyes, and then I realized belatedly—he had always believed that the person who had been bullied to death at school was my daughter, Lila, whom I adopted three years earlier. He even thought that my repeated appeals were just attempts to extort money from Vanessa's family.

I pushed the bank card back, my knuckles turning white from the force, my voice trembling but still strong, "You should keep this money for yourself."

Liam thought I thought it was too little, and his eyebrows suddenly raised. "Ten thousand is not enough? Clara, you have to understand, Lila is an orphan that no one wants. Being able to make some money by 'donating' to the hospital as a laboratory specimen is already the most useful thing she has done in her life. Don't push your luck!"

I shook my head, my eyes falling on the corner of paper flower sticking out of his white coat pocket - that was the little sunflower that Luna had just learned to fold last week and made specially for her most admired doctor father. He actually still stuffed it in his pocket and even blamed the wrong person for his daughter's death.

"Liam, I urge you to redeem Luna's body." I deliberately emphasized the word "Luna." "Otherwise you will regret it."

Liam frowned, his face full of disgust: "Are you confused? What Luna? Wasn't it Lila who died?"

"I've already made arrangements with the hospital's pathology department. I handled the donation paperwork myself, and my signatures were recorded in the system according to the procedure. You can't redeem it even if you want to." He pulled out his phone, pulled out a photo, and shoved it in front of me. "Look, Vanessa's son's kidney donor match just came out. Although we still have to wait for the follow-up appointment, at least there's hope. This is a good deed. Lila's life wasn't in vain."

Luna isn't an orphan. She's Liam and I's biological daughter. She's the one who stood on tiptoe to squeeze toothpaste for us in the morning, read to us from picture books before bed, and secretly slipped cookies from kindergarten to her dad. But when she was pushed from the third floor, the bully said, "My dad's a doctor, and he's rich. If you dare to sue me, I'll put your whole family in jail."

When my baby Luna was judged to have committed suicide, her father was busy greeting the forensic department and tampering with the conclusion of the cause of death; when her body was secretly sent away, her father only thought that she "could be used as an experimental sample and was not wasted."

"Liam, don't you think it's cruel?" I said hoarsely, "That's a child, not a tool for you to use to please Vanessa or to collect experimental materials for the hospital."

Liam curled his lips, his tone full of disdain: "Your adopted child is not my biological daughter, why should I be cruel?"

"Besides, the dead can't be resurrected. Helping Vanessa and contributing to the department means Lila is of some use." He put away the bank card and added, "By the way, Lila's health is obviously weak. She almost died from the flu last year. Even if she didn't die from the fall, she won't live long. Don't keep dwelling on this."

"Tomorrow you go to the hospital and apologize to Vanessa. Tell her that you shouldn't have been unreasonable and delayed her son's treatment, and then let this matter go." Liam said this and turned to walk towards the bedroom without even taking off his white coat. It was obvious that he had just returned from the hospital and was confronting me.

I stood in the living room, still clutching the "voluntary donation" registration form in my hand. The signature on it was forged - my name was signed crookedly, but it was stamped with the official seal of the hospital's pathology department. It was obvious that Liam took advantage of his position to bypass the normal procedures.

The doctor who once said he would "heal the dying and respect life" is now willing to trample on his own daughter's life for his childhood sweetheart. This marriage was dead the day Luna was pushed down the stairs.

I was about to ask Liam to withdraw his application to donate his body.

Suddenly the phone rang and my mother's condition suddenly became serious, so I hurried to the inpatient department.

When Luna's mother learned of her death, she was so anxious that she suffered a heart attack. Her condition was very serious. Although she was temporarily stabilized, she was not completely out of danger and needed an operation to be out of danger.

There are no more than three doctors in the country who can perform this operation.

My mother has tubes all over her body.

"If we can't find a doctor who can treat me, we won't treat me. It's such a waste of money to stay here. You don't have to come here so often. Luna still needs you..."

I poured some water into her mouth to stop her from talking.

"I can handle Luna's situation myself. You absolutely cannot be discharged from the hospital. Have you forgotten how dangerous your last attack was? Also, I heard that a great specialist who can perform this surgery will be here this month."

My mother's attending physician also said that the expert was very good at this type of surgery and all the spots were taken up as soon as they were released. Because my mother's symptoms were rather complicated, they temporarily added a spot for us.

Since Luna’s accident, this is the first good news we have received.

After comforting my mother, I was about to go find Liam to sign the divorce agreement.

The nurse told me embarrassedly that the VIP ward reserved for my mother had been taken away.

"I originally reserved it for you right away. But a lady with a strong background came and took it directly for her son. I heard from others that he is Director Liam's son, and we can't afford to offend..."

Liam? When did you have a son?

We have been married for eight years and our child is five years old, but we have always kept our marriage secret. The year we got married, Liam said that he was still young and announcing the marriage would make him look unstable. Later, it was dropped. Others didn't even know that Luna was his daughter. Could it be that he just didn't want to make his relationship with me public?

I had just taken care of my mother to sleep and prepared a divorce agreement.

As soon as I walked go side Liam's office, I saw Liam squatting, carefully polishing Vanessa's high heels - Vanessa came to deliver something to her son, and her heels were stained with mud. He squatted down and used the corner of his white coat to wipe the high heels clean bit by bit. The tenderness in his eyes was something I had never seen before. Even the last time I had a fever and was hospitalized, he was not so attentive.

"Lila? Why are you here?" Vanessa saw me and immediately put her feet away. She pretended to be flustered and pulled Liam's arm. "Don't get me wrong, my shoes are just dirty. Liam was afraid I would slip, so he insisted on helping me clean them..."

Liam stood up and patted the back of Vanessa's hand lovingly. When he turned to look at me, his eyes instantly turned cold, the corner of his white coat still swaying: "Didn't I ask you to apologize? Why did you come to the hospital? Empty-handed?"

"You're so old, and you can't even admit your mistakes?" His words pierced my heart like needles, but I just found it ridiculous - he couldn't even recognize his own daughter, and he still had the nerve to ask me to admit my mistakes.

I didn't waste any time talking to him. I took out the divorce agreement from my bag and handed it to him: "Sign it, divorce."

Liam stared at the agreement for two seconds, then flew into a rage: "What are you making a fuss about? You know Luna loves you as her mother the most. She always comes to you when she's sick. She won't agree to our divorce!"

When I heard the word "Luna", my heart skipped a beat - he finally mentioned his daughter, but he had no idea that the daughter he said "went looking for her mother when she was sick" would never come back.

I forced a bitter laugh, my voice as cold as ice: "Luna will never care whether we get divorced or not again."

Liam's face changed slightly: "What do you mean?"

"You'll know when you go home and take a look at Luna's room." I didn't want to say anything more to him. Saying one more word would be a blasphemy to Luna.

Liam glared at me impatiently. "Don't be so mysterious! Isn't it just Lila's death? Why are you still harping on it?"

"Hurry up and leave. Don't embarrass yourself in the hospital. I still have to check the medical advice for Vanessa's son. I don't have time to waste with you!" He said, and protected Vanessa behind him, as if I were some evil person who would hurt them.

Vanessa's eyes reddened at the right moment. She took out a handkerchief to wipe away her non-existent tears and sobbed, "Sister Clara, I know my son is wrong, but he is still young, only six years old... Are you filing for divorce at this time to distract Liam and delay my son's treatment?"

"My son is still waiting for a kidney. If Liam gets upset because of this and it affects his work, I... I really don't know what to do!"

Vanessa's words made Liam's eyes turn red instantly. He hugged Vanessa into his arms and whispered comfortingly: "Qingqing, don't be afraid. I'm here. No one can delay your son's treatment. Your son will have the best medical resources. A specialist will be coming in a few days. I will help you arrange it."

Then he turned and glared at me, his eyes full of hostility: "Clara, Qingqing and the child are already pitiful enough, what else do you want? Lila's death was an accident. Don't try to threaten me with divorce, let alone affect the hospital's affairs!"

Seeing him verbally abuse me for the bully's mother, I felt chilled to the bone.

If Luna knew in her afterlife that her most admired doctor father was defending the person who killed her, she would be so sad.

I took a deep breath and said word by word, "I'm getting a divorce."

Liam was so angry that he tore up the divorce agreement on the spot. The scraps of paper fell on his white coat and floated to the ground. He gritted his teeth and said, "You want a divorce? Impossible, Clara. I've said it before. There's only widowhood between us, not divorce."

Seeing that the divorce agreement could not be signed today, I said nothing and turned away. I didn't see the jealous look in Vanessa's eyes when she heard Liam say he didn't want a divorce.

Although the divorce was not successful, it doesn't matter. I have my own way to get rid of Liam. The most urgent thing now is to prepare for my mother's surgery, and to find Luna before the experiment so that she can be buried in peace and the murderer who hurt Luna will get the revenge she deserves.

After returning home, I started to pack my things.

I have to take Luna's toys, picture books, and clothes with me. This is all I want. Lila is still young, so I have to take her with me. I can't let her stay in this cold home any longer.

My mother's doctor contacted me.

The appointment time for the specialist who can perform the surgery has been confirmed.

Once my mother has finished the surgery, I can leave Liam without any worries and continue to seek justice for my deceased daughter.

In the following time, in addition to continuing to collect evidence of Luna being bullied, I would go to the hospital to accompany my mother.

Just as I was about to go to the ward, Vanessa stood in front of me holding a photo album and asked, "Sister Clara, are you going to see your mother?" She deliberately raised her left hand, with a big diamond ring on her ring finger.

The album cover is a photo of her and Liam in the snow-capped mountains - the Swiss flag in the background is particularly eye-catching. That's a place I've been wanting to go for five years, and Liam always said "after I'm done with this busy schedule." It turns out that his "after I'm done with this busy schedule" means going there every year with another woman.

"Sister Clara, look at this." She flipped through the album, her fingertips running across a photo of the two of them in the Maldives. Liam was holding a little boy, his eyes curved with a smile. "This was when Noah was three years old. Liam deliberately postponed surgery for three months to go on vacation with us.

Noah sticks to him all the time, unlike your Luna, who has rarely even held her daddy's hand, right?"

Noah? Vanessa's son? I stared at the boy's features in the photo, and my heart suddenly sank—his double eyelids and high nose bridge were exactly the same as Liam's childhood photos! My hand, clutching the surgical sheet, began to tremble. "You said... Noah is Liam's son?"

"What else?" Vanessa smiled proudly, "We have known each other since childhood for over twenty years. Noah is six years old, older than your Luna.

Why do you think he married you? It's because you are healthy and suitable for having children.

Noah has had kidney problems since he was a child, and the doctor said he needs a kidney from a relative. He's looking for you so you can give birth to a child who can donate a kidney to Noah!

"Give birth...donate a kidney?" I felt like I was struck by lightning, and my ears were buzzing.

When we got married, Liam said, "I want a daughter as gentle as you." When Luna was born, he held her and said, "I'll love you both dearly from now on." Turns out it was all lies! I suddenly remembered my three previous miscarriages. Each time, he'd downplayed it, saying, "It's just not fate." Now I know... I stared at Vanessa, my voice trembling, "Those three children...were lost because we couldn't get a matching kidney?"

Vanessa raised an eyebrow, reached out to smooth her hair, and spoke in a light tone, as if she were discussing the weather: "Finally, you're not stupid anymore. The first three times, I checked the amniocentesis, and the match rate was less than 30%. What's the point of keeping it? Liam asked the doctor to 'treat' it, and he even lied to you that it was an accident - only you were stupid enough to believe him when he said 'it will be fine next time'."

"It's taken care of..." My vision went black, and I held onto the wall to keep from falling. The first time I miscarried, I cried for two weeks. Liam held me and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you." The second time I was hospitalized, he gave me a bouquet of sunflowers and said, "When you get better, we'll try again." The third time, I nearly had a massive hemorrhage, and he said, "No more children, we just need each other"—it turns out all those gentle gestures were just to keep me as his "reproductive tool"!

"Where's Luna?" I looked up suddenly, tears falling on the photo album, blurring Liam's smiling face. "Luna's kidney donor was a match, so you let Noah push her down the stairs? That's why Liam tampered with the evidence and said she 'committed suicide'?"

Vanessa didn't answer me but asked, "Why else do you think he treats you so well? The porridge you cook isn't as good as the coffee I make, and the clothes you wear aren't as fashionable as mine. He's only with you because he sees that you can have children and endure humiliation! He told me a long time ago that once Noah's surgery is successful, he'll divorce you and marry me as his legal wife—and we'll even go to France for our honeymoon, to Provence, where you want to go the most. It'll piss you off to death!"

"Marry you?" I suddenly laughed out loud, the sound of blood in my laughter. "When he told you he 'only loves you', did he tell you he still had a photo of Luna and me in his wallet? Did he tell you he'd always yell at Luna's name when he got drunk? He'd even killed his own daughter as a kidney donor. Do you think he could truly love you?"

Vanessa turned pale at what I said, and suddenly screamed and rushed over to grab my face: "Liam loves me. You are here competing with me for Liam. You might as well worry about your mother's surgery. If I tell Liam that I can give up your mother's surgery spot, will he agree?"