Chapter 2

I did not want to argue about him and Fiona. I just needed him to donate blood for our children. I pleaded, "Lionel, the kids need a blood transfusion urgently. Please come quickly! I'm begging you."

"Blood transfusion?" Before he could continue, I heard Fiona let out a sharp scream in the background.

"Fiona, are you okay?" Lionel asked with concern.

Fiona's voice came through weakly. "Lionel, I'm feeling dizzy, but I'll be fine after some rest. You should check on Aster and the kids. I don't want her to misunderstand."

Lionel's irritated voice crackled through the phone. "What era are we living in? What hospital doesn't have blood in its blood bank? Aster, how have I never noticed how petty you are? You're just trying to drag me away from Fiona because you saw me bring her to the hospital. You're being completely unreasonable!"

He hung up, and when I tried calling back, an automated message informed me the number was disconnected—he had turned on his "Do Not Disturb" mode.

I laughed bitterly, thinking about this man I was married to for four years, the father my children adored so much. However, he had never bothered to learn or care about our children's blood type in all those years.

Rh-negative blood was rare, and the hospital was helpless without it. Eventually, due to their severe injuries and the lack of timely blood transfusion, both my children passed away.

When the nurse wheeled my children's bodies out of the ward, I broke down sobbing, feeling as if my heart had been ripped out. While I was crying like a madwoman in the hallway with everyone staring, just one wall away, Lionel was covering Eva's ears.

"What's all that noise outside?" Fiona asked.

Lionel replied casually, "It's a hospital, and people die here all the time. It's normal! Don't be scared. I'm here for you and Eva."

After passing out countless times from crying outside the morgue, I checked my phone. Fiona had posted a new photo on social media showing Lionel sitting by her hospital bed, embracing her and Eva Haywood like a happy family.

The caption read, [We survived. We're one loving family.]

I could not help but laugh out loud. It hit me that my four-year marriage was one big joke. I had always thought Lionel was just a careless man who was too busy with work to pay attention to details.

Yet, it turned out he was not incapable of caring—he just did not care about us.