The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

After Twila fainted, she collapsed into Hestia's arms.

Ignoring her own injuries, Hestia, clutching her daughter, stumbled towards the nearby clinic.

The doctor, familiar with them, sighed upon seeing their wounds, "Hestia, I've told you before, why didn't you call the police?"

What good could come from a man who hits?

The whole neighborhood knew the kind of life Hestia was enduring, but she wouldn't listen, protecting her husband even after being battered and bruised.

As the doctor tended to Twila's wounds, Hestia nervously twisted her sleeve, "He's not usually like this."

Only when he's drunk, he becomes violent.

The doctor rolled her eyes, exasperation clear. Being drunk is no excuse for violence!

After treating the little girl, the doctor handed Hestia some ointment, "You really need to think this through. You might tolerate it, but do you think your daughter can be happy in this environment?" "There's an old saying, 'A mother's love is fierce.' No matter how much you love your husband, his actions show he doesn't care about you."

Hestia remained silent.

The doctor didn't press further, "Your daughter's injuries are serious. Get them properly checked at the hospital when you have the money, to avoid any long-term effects." Hestia nodded, muttering a thanks.

only the mother and daughter

her body a map of overlapping new and

Twila's side until the IV was done, then pulled

the doctor insisted, not wanting to take

pity, left the money and disappeared into the night with

place

Hestia cleaned up, collapsing next to her daughter

and a cup of coffee, "Honey, I was a fool last night,

she could hardly recognize the man she married seven years

"I need to take Twila

of money, don't

then he pleaded, "Honey, I'm sorry. It won't

quickly finished the

"I'm so sorry. I won't drink

looked away, tired of the

but the doctor was concerned about Hestia's injuries. She refused

noticed, her heart

couldn't afford to buy