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.

Daniel sought to ruthlessly destroy even this glimmer of

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her heart transformed into

depths of her being.

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furious, blaming his subordinates for not taking

personnel, and his men stood in

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

aversion to being

who knew where Maisie had gone too. It made

Ms. Squire, you're back!" The sharp-eyed manager rushed toward Maisie as if grasping

turned to see Maisie approaching. He hurried to grab her hand, attempting to inquire about

with her icy

Seconds felt like centuries. Daniel had a forbidding

to put his

glaring at him, then

had been inexplicably anxious since the afternoon,

board meeting.

the elevator button. A breaking news bulletin played on the hotel lobby's TV

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