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.

to ruthlessly destroy even this

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into intense hatred, growing like vines in the depths of her

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hotel, Daniel was furious, blaming his subordinates for not

stood in a row, heads lowered, afraid to

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

Maisie had

rushed toward Maisie as

hurried to grab her hand, attempting

feeling and forced a smile before attempting to put his arm

him, then

pursued her. He had been inexplicably anxious since

pressed the elevator button. A breaking news bulletin played on

a violent incident occurred at the train station. Several middleaged

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