Chapter 4

I numbly picked it up and pressed the answer button.

"Is this Ms. Beatrix? I'm with the City Health Department."

My heart leapt.

"Yes, it's me..."

"We've launched an urgent investigation following your complaint. We've found that the hospital indeed has an unreasonable equipment inspection schedule."

It was like rain falling in a desert.

I was speechless, only nodding through my tears.

"We've ordered them to immediately allocate allergy emergency equipment from another hospital. It should arrive in 15 minutes."

I hung up and silently prayed, hoping the 15 minutes would pass quickly and my daughter would be safe.

During those 15 minutes, I paced back and forth in front of the emergency room.

Finally, I heard hurried footsteps.

Several medical staff rushed in with a brand-new allergy emergency device.

I quickly made way for them.

Watching the equipment being pushed into the emergency room, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders.

Another half-hour passed, and the emergency room door slowly opened.

The doctor came out, looking tired but relieved, "The child is temporarily out of danger, but she needs to be observed in the ICU for a while."

I was so overwhelmed with emotion that I almost fainted, tears flowing again.

I couldn't stop thanking the doctor, my hatred for Ethan and his family deepening.

While my daughter was hospitalized, I stayed by her side day and night.

I looked at her pale little face and silently vowed to make those who hurt us pay.

After being discharged, I took my daughter to my parents' house.

Then I started gathering evidence against Ethan and his sister-in-law.

My daughter's allergy was because the sister-in-law tricked her into eating peanut candy.

I already knew this in my past life.

But by then, the sister-in-law was dead.

Not wanting to dwell on a dead person, I never mentioned it to Ethan.

It wasn't hard to find surveillance footage of the sister-in-law coaxing my daughter.

In the video, my daughter was on the phone with her sister-in-law.

At the time, I was in the bathroom.

The sister-in-law kept coaxing my daughter, saying the candy in her bedroom was strawberry-flavored.

My daughter loved strawberry-flavored candy, so she didn't hesitate to eat a piece.

But she clearly ate a peanut candy.

...

I watched with a heavy heart, my hatred for the sister-in-law and Ethan deepening.

Not trusting the nanny, I had secretly installed surveillance in the living room.

Even Ethan didn't know about it.

I didn't tell him because he never cared about our daughter.

Then I picked up my phone and started contacting a lawyer friend.

"Hi, Liam Parker, it's me. I need your help. This time, I'm going to make Ethan and his sister pay..."

I explained the whole situation to him, my tone firm and resolute.

Liam thought for a moment after listening.

"Don't worry, what they did was too much. We'll make sure they face legal consequences. Keep your phone on and cooperate by providing necessary information."

I hung up and looked at the setting sun outside the window.

I silently vowed: Ethan, sister-in-law, your good days are over.

In the following days, I took good care of my daughter while working closely with Liam.

Meanwhile, my sister-in-law thought she had pushed my daughter and me to the brink and continued dreaming her sweet dreams.

During this time, Ethan and his sister-in-law didn't come home.

Based on her social media, they had gone to Norway for a vacation.

They were having a great time, their updates filled with photos together.