Maisie crouched on the ground, wailing. Her daughter, who hadn't yet had a chance to see the world, was buried

there.

Slowly, she walked to the outer edge of the courtyard and sat in front of a stone tablet. Repeatedly, she stroked the

words engraved on it, tears streaming down her face.

Since the day Daniel suggested she abort the child, she had planned to escape.

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Back then.

They resided on the city's east side, so she fled to the west, renting a shabby house in the suburban area. The

conditions were poor—she cooked in the corridor and sought help from an old classmate to find a job.

Fearing Daniel's pursuit, she avoided using her ID and worked as a daily laborer in a restaurant kitchen, performing

the dirtiest and most exhausting tasks.

Kind neighbors, witnessing her pregnancy amid malnourishment, gave her eggs, which she reluctantly consumed,

eating only one every two days.

Despite the harsh conditions, she found contentment. Enduring anything to settle down and bring her child into the

world was her sole focus.

destroy even this glimmer

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her heart transformed into

depths of her being.

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returned to the hotel, Daniel was furious, blaming his subordinates for not

personnel, and his men stood in a row, heads lowered, afraid to

to leave, no one dared to stop her. The bodyguards refrained from following too

aversion to

find anyone who knew where Maisie had gone too. It made him instantly

rushed toward Maisie as if grasping

hurried to grab her hand, attempting to inquire

was met with

Seconds felt like centuries. Daniel had a forbidding

attempting to put his arm around

him, then walked

inexplicably anxious since the afternoon, unable to focus

board meeting.

news bulletin played on the hotel lobby's TV as

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