My Daughter Died in My Husband's Kindergarten

My daughter died.

She died in the kindergarten that my husband owned.

I begged him to release the surveillance videos.

But he said, "Can you stop making a big deal out of it? It's normal for kids to bump and bruise. If there is a problem, then you should reflect on yourself!"

I collapsed in despair. Perhaps this was my retribution.

But why did he go crazy when he found out the cause of our daughter's death?

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Our daughter had an accident at my husband's kindergarten.

When I arrived at the hospital, the doctors were preparing to transfer my daughter to the intensive care unit.

I held her tiny hand and pressed it against my face.

Looking at her pale face, my heart felt like it was being crushed.

"Hannah, Mommy is back. Wake up and look at Mommy."

Hannah tried to open her eyes, and her tender voice sounded affectionate, "Mommy, you're back.

I feel a little uncomfortable..."

As always, Hannah smiled at me, but her smile was distorted because of the pain.

"Mommy... where's Daddy?

I miss Daddy."

"Okay, Mommy will call Daddy to come over," I nodded desperately, tears streaming down my face.

I hurriedly took out my phone and dialed Baldwin's number.

It was hung up in less than two seconds.

Please, answer the phone quickly.

I silently begged in my heart.

Every call was hung up without hesitation.

At this moment, I felt extremely exhausted.

Every time I needed him by my side urgently, he was not there.

Hannah's teacher, Charles beside me hesitated to speak, but in the end, he couldn't bear to see me continue this meaningless behavior.

"Mrs. Duncan, there are some things you should know."

After I heard wha he said,

I rushed out of the ward and went straight upstairs.

Before entering the ward, I saw Baldwin's tall figure from a distance. He is 6.3 foot. The ward seemed too small for him, and he couldn't even stand upright.

He turned his face and looked at the woman beside him with gentle eyes.

The woman had her hair tied up, with loose strands falling on both sides of her cheeks, depicting her gentle and graceful appearance.

The two people nervously surrounded a little boy, afraid that he might bump into something.

The boy holds a toy in one hand and a dessert in the other, looking like the happiest child in the world.

But at this moment, his happiness deeply made my heart ache.

My daughter, such a little child, was staying in the intensive care unit. She might lose her life at any time.

She was still eagerly hoping that her father could come and see her.

Hannah probably never imagined that her father failed to protect her. At this moment, he was accompanying another child and ignoring her.

I pushed open the halfclosed door.

The harmonious atmosphere suddenly froze with my arrival.

Baldwin's eyebrows furrowed, clearly displeased with my appearance.

"Why did you come here suddenly? I thought you were on a business trip."

Yes, as the project manager, I was supposed to be onsite to follow up.

The phone call from my daughter's teacher made me completely collapse, and I flew back from Boston.

But Baldwin was there in the kindergarten.

He was right beside our daughter.

But he couldn't hear her cry for help, only the women and her son.

When he hurriedly brought the boy to the hospital, our daughter was behind him, gradually losing her breath.

If it weren't for Charles's keen perception of Hannah's abnormality, I would never see my daughter again!

"What are you doing here on earth?" Since I said nothing, Baldwin's face became even gloomier. "We can talk about it later at home, if you have something to tell me."

Baldwin tugged at my sleeve, trying to take me out of the ward.

I didn't want to embarrass him in front of others, so I followed him out.

I didn't expect to be stopped by a soft voice, before I turned around.

"You must be Mrs. Duncan. Please don't get us wrong. Today, my son suddenly had a heart attack. Mr. Gardner timely sent him to the hospital."

The words were spoken to me, but her affectionate eyes were clearly fixed on Baldwin.

I took a deep breath and tried my best to stay calm. There was nothing more important than letting my daughter see her father.

I held onto Baldwin and explained the situation concisely, "Hannah had a seizure, and is currently in the intensive care unit. She wants to see you, and she has been calling for her dad."

Doubt, worry, and many other emotions flashed quickly in Baldwin's eyes.

The next second, he turned his head to the woman beside him and asked, 'Siyu, how is Hannah doing in class today?'

She is Sylvia!

Baldwin's first love that he has been thinking about for many years.

I subconsciously let go and took a few steps back.

So, Baldwin, does he think I would deceive him about Hannah's safety?

Sylvia seemed to have a hard time speaking, hesitated for a while, "Mrs. McDowell, have you misunderstood? Maybe you have listened to rumors? Hannah was fine in kindergarten before we came to the hospital."

Then, she looked at Baldwin meaningfully.

Baldwin realized and his tone became colder, "Mia, is this interesting to you? Follow me to the hospital, go back immediately, don't embarrass yourself here."

He pulled my sleeve, trying to drive me out of the ward.

I quickly grabbed his hand and begged bitterly, "Hannah is downstairs. She says she's in pain, and wants to see her dad.

You just go down and see her once. I will never interfere with whatever you want to do, even if you want a divorce. But now your daughter needs you..."

Baldwin, as if I had touched a sore spot, showed no mercy and pushed me to the ground directly.

I struggled to get up.

The door closed in front of me.

I knelt in front of the door, begging Baldwin to go and see our daughter.

I promised Hannah that I would bring her father back to see her. I couldn't bear to see the disappointment on her face.

But my pleas had no effect. Baldwin called the security guards.

What was even more despairing was that Charles told me that Hannah was in danger.

I broke free from the security guards and ran downstairs.

The operation was not successful. The doctor issued a critical condition notice. My hands trembled as I took it, and my eyes instantly blurred.

I signed the notice and turned around to run upstairs.

Hannah was waiting for us. I must bring her father to her.

Luckily, the door was open.

I saw Baldwin in the crowd at a glance.

I went up and grabbed his clothes, "Baldwin, the doctor has given Hannah a critical illness notice. Go and see her, okay?"

I thought that by now, even if Baldwin didn't believe what I said, he would be willing to go along.

But he just coldly pulled back his clothes; his brows filled with lingering annoyance and impatience, "Stop making a fuss! Can't you see how urgent the situation is now?"

"Brandon has congenital heart disease. He suddenly had an attack. You're also a mother. Can't you empathize?"

He paused, seeming to feel that his tone was too harsh, "Darling, I'll explain it to you when we get home. Don't be suspicious. I haven't done anything wrong."

After speaking, he didn't even turn his head and went to comfort the crying Sylvia by the bedside.

I numbly watched this absurd scene, my heart aching.

"Baldwin, is it that Hannah and I can only always be behind Sylvia and Brandon?

Even if our daughter is on the verge of death."

I returned to the operating room in a daze.

When I saw Hannah again, she couldn't even lift her hands.

She was still so obedient. Tears soaked the pillow without saying a word of discomfort to me.

Her voice was hoarse, and she said to me weakly, "Mom... I'm so tired... I want to sleep.

Mom... Hannah loves you..."

"No, don't sleep, Hannah." I tightly held my daughter's little hand, tears uncontrollably streaming down my face, "Don't you want to see Dad? Dad is on his way, Hannah. Wait a little longer before sleeping, okay?"

"Dad... I..."

Before she could finish, Hannah's hand dropped, and she lost her last breath.

My brain went blank, and my heart felt like it was being violently hammered, the pain spreading throughout my body.

In a daze, I seemed to hear the familiar voice of Baldwin outside the door, "Fortunately, everything is fine. Don't worry too much. Brandon is so strong. He will definitely grow up safe and sound."

My daughter didn't see her father for the last time until the end of her life.

She left this world with eternal regret.

And her father blessed another little boy to grow up safely.

But my daughter would not grow up.

"Mia, what's wrong with you? Just because I haven't been home for a few days to take care of Brandon in the hospital, you won't let Hannah go to kindergarten?

The teachers have told me that she hasn't been to class for several days.

I have told you, Brandon has congenital heart disease. It's not easy for Sylvia to take care of him alone. As the principle of the kindergarten, I just have the empathy that a normal person should have to take care of her.

It's you who have dirty thoughts and suspect us!

Stop doing these meaningless things and send Hannah to school quickly!" Just as the words fell, the phone hung up.

After Hannah had an accident for so long, the first phone call from Baldwin was a questioning one.

"Other teachers?" I was afraid it wa Sylvia.

I asked Charles to help notify the other teachers to attend my daughter's funeral.

Hannah loved staying in the kindergarten when she was alive.

Not only because the teachers treated her well, but also because her father was the principal of the kindergarten.

She was proud and believed that she had the best father in the world.

But it was in her beloved kindergarten.

Because of her beloved father's neglect,

she left forever.

"Have something at least. Hannah won't want to see you like this."

Since Hannah left, I had been unable to sleep or eat.

Charles took a leave of absence because he was worried about my condition.

He was grateful for the helping hand I extended when he was at a loss.

He had taken care of me and my daughter over the years.

But it was not that I didn't want to eat.

It was just that I vomited the mouthful of food I reluctantly swallowed after only two seconds.

Vomiting blood again, I finally couldn't hold on and collapsed.

Charles took me to the hospital, but unfortunately, I encountered two figures I detested the most.

"Charles, it's not appropriate for you to go out with my wife at this time, right?"

Before Baldwin could finish questioning, Sylvia behind him tugged at his sleeve, her voice filled with concern.

"Baldwin, Brandon is still waiting for us. He's still so little. I'm afraid..."

Baldwin's face suddenly showed worry. In his eyes, Brandon lying alone in the hospital bed was a big deal.

But clearly, when Hannah was in the intensive care unit, she also lay alone there.

Even when she passed away, Baldwin wasn't by her side.

After hearing Sylvia's words, he didn't even care about us and turned around to take her away.

Before leaving, he only left one sentence.

"As a mother, remember yo behave yourself!"

"As a mother?"

My Hannah was gone.

No one would call me mom anymore.

I could no longer restrain the urge to destroy everything in my heart.

I was eager to see Baldwin's reaction when he heard about his daughter's death.

Why was I the only one suffering in hell?

Baldwin, on the other hand, was still enjoying the joy of family life.

I stopped him and hoarsely said, "Baldwin, do you think your daughter Hannah, walking on the road to the netherworld, will be afraid?"

Baldwin paused and turned his face to the side. His expression was obscure.

There seemed to be hesitation, concern, and disgust.

The next second, only sarcasm remained.

"Mia, you are really crazy!

It's pathetic for Hannah to have a mother like you!"

After saying that, he didn't stop his footsteps and walked out of my sight without hesitation.

It would be great if I could really become crazy. Then I wouldn't have to feel the heartwrenching pain all the time.

Hannah, Mommy was very tired, but I must seek justice for you.

My breathing became rapid, and I couldn't hold on anymore. I fell down directly and was caught by Charles.

Until the day of the funeral, Baldwin never asked Hannah again.

I sent him the time and address of the funeral, but he didn't reply.

I asked Charles for Sylvia's contact information.

I knew it was probably useless.

But I still put myself in a humble position, shedding tears with every word, hoping that as a mother, she could empathize a little and help persuade Baldwin to attend Hannah's funeral.

Hannah didn't see her father before she passed away. For this last time, I wanted to let her leave peacefully.

Sylvia promised, "Mrs. Duncan, you know, Baldwin is very stubborn. Once he decides something, he won't change. I can only try my best to persuade him."

But Baldwin didn't come until the funeral was over.

I opened their social media, and Baldwin didn't update. Sylvia's latest post was two hours ago.

In the photo, Baldwin squatted next to Brandon and bought him a toy. Sylvia made a heart gesture in the picture.

The caption says, [I guess this is happiness.]

I subconsciously scrolled through her more Instagram posts.

While I was running around handling the funeral arrangements for my daughter, they were celebrating the discharge of Brandon.

On the day Hannah left, Baldwin stayed by their side all night, pouring tea and water for them, quite busy.

On the day my daughter was in danger, he put her aside and hurriedly took her son to the hospital.

When the electricity in the house burned out, he accompanied Sylvia, who was afraid of thunderstorms, and the three of them huddled on the sofa happily.

On our wedding anniversary, he was busy celebrating with Sylvia that they could work together in the same kindergarten.

When Hannah and I were trapped on the road due to the heavy rain, he rushed to the airport to pick them up and bring them back to the country.

…

There were countless such stories.

I was the only one who was kept in the dark all the time.

I remembered Hannah asked me in confusion, "Why is Dad never there when we need him? Isn't he a superhero who can transform and help me and Mom?"

I always comforted her, "Dad is very busy, because he is a superhero for many other kids, so we should understand him."

It turned out that this was because he was Brandon's superhero, not Hannah's.

Others said that a man's first love had a great impact, but I didn't believe it before marriage.

My college roommate was also Baldwin's high school classmate.

She told me that Baldwin loved his first love, Sylvia, very much, and did many things that broke his principles for her.

After high school graduation, Sylvia went abroad, and Baldwin remained silent for a long time.

He gradually cheered up until he was with me.

I thought my husband, whom I loved with all my heart and love, would also have feelings for me.

I never expected that this little bit of affection could not compare to his friendship with Sylvia.

But it was okay. "Hannah, Mommy will seek justice for you,"

I silently said in my heart.

I uploaded a 20second video to the internet.

I knew

this was the only way to force Baldwin to see me.