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At the funeral, I overheard whispers from the guests; 

“The child is being buried, but where is Russell?” 

“Shh! He and that woman went to Hawaii for Valentine’s Day.” 

“What? So, spending Valentine’s with his mistress is more important than his daughter’s 

funeral?” 

“Don’t mention it. Poor child, having a father like that.” 

“I heard he and the mistress are the ones who caused the child’s death…” 

I knelt before the tombstone, touching the photo of my daughter’s bright smile, my heart 

feeling like it was being torn apart. 

“Heidi, wait for Mommy. Mommy will be with you soon…” 

The empty grave beside Heidi’s was the one I bought for myself. 

I couldn’t understand why fate was so cruel–taking my daughter when my days were already numbered. 

I still couldn’t believe it–the one who killed her was the father she loved the most. 

Even worse, after her death, her own father insulted her, denying she was his. 

As the funeral ended, the hospital suddenly called me: 

“Ms., we apologize for the previous mistake with your report. The correct health report has been sent to your email.” 

Opening the new email, I realized the one who actually had cancer wasn’t me–it was 

Russell. 

How ironic, I had kept my illness a secret, going to the hospital alone to avoid worrying, 

him. 

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Who would have thought that trip would lead to an eternal separation from my daughter? 

I was only away from her for half a day. 

“Ms., please inform your husband to come in for a follow–up. His condition is severe, and he needs treatment immediately.” 

I stared at the words “late–stage brain cancer” in the email, laughing silently. 

“Okay.” 

After hanging up, I deleted the report. 

The one who should have died wasn’t my Heidi–it was Russell. 

After spending three days with my daughter, I returned home, exhausted. 

I tried my password several times, but it was rejected. Hearing laughter from inside, I 

realized Russell had removed my fingerprint access and changed the code. 

Fortunately, I always kept a key with me, and there was an engineering key in my bag. 

As soon as I opened the door, a dog rushed at me, baring its teeth and barking viciously. 

Seeing the dog made my blood run cold. 

It was Eleanor’s dog–the same one that had beaten Heidi in the race, leading to her death. 

With rage in my eyes, I grabbed a badminton racket from the entrance and struck the dog 

hard. 

The dog whimpered in pain and ran into the bedroom, barking frantically. 

I followed, only to see Russell and Eleanor enjoying themselves on the bed. 

My daughter’s body wasn’t even cold, and all he could think about was his pants. 

Annoyed that I interrupted them, Russell pushed Eleanor aside and asked impatiently: 

“Tessa, how dare you show your face here?” 

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That was exactly what I wanted to ask him. 

But since he asked first, all I had to do was unleash my fury. 

Faced with the three true culprits who killed my daughter, I felt the urge to tear them apart. 

When 

my 

hand landed on Russell’s face again, he clutched his cheek, seething with anger: 

“Tessa, what the hell? Do you think just because I don’t hit women, you can do whatever 

you want?” 

“Yes, from the moment you killed Heidi, I lost my mind!” 

Veins bulged on Russell’s forehead as he sneered: 

“Don’t talk to me about that bastard. She inherited the genes of a mutt and deserved to die.” 

Rage boiled in my chest, and I felt like ending all three of them–the scum, the mistress, and 

the dog–with a single knife. 

But the doctor had said Russell, even with treatment, had less than two years to live. 

Without treatment, he’d have at most six months. 

If provoked, he might die even sooner… 

I couldn’t sacrifice my future for a man like this while the person who killed my daughter remained unpunished. 

While I hesitated, Eleanor, adjusting her half–open clothes, nestled against Russell, 

caressing his face with concern: 

“Russell, does it hurt? I never imagined you’d live like this after marrying such a vicious 

woman!” 

“No wonder you’ve lost so much weight since leaving me. If she dared to cheat on you, she’s not worth keeping around!” 

“From now on, you have me to love and care for you!” 

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She then pressed Russell’s bruised face against her chest. 

The other side of his face turned just as red, his anger diminishing. 

It seemed Eleanor’s embrace was all it took to calm him. 

Suppressing my nausea, I threw the paternity test report issued by the police at Russell’s 

face: 

“Get out, both of you!” 

Russell picked up the report, his face turning from red to green and finally, deathly pale.