Chapter 1

Elizabeth's husband, William, clandestinely swapped the quota, diverting the kidney source that rightfully belonged to their daughter Isabella to the daughter of his goddess, Florence.

Subsequently, Isabella's condition deteriorated precipitously. Despite all rescue attempts, she passed away.

Meanwhile, Florence underwent a successful kidney transplant, and William gleefully distributed red envelopes throughout the hospital.

Elizabeth was consumed by fury and fainted. When she regained consciousness, she was informed that she had cancer and her life was now in the twilight.

Despondent, Elizabeth left the hospital, clutching Isabella's urn.

In the cold and desolate home, she single - handedly drafted the divorce agreement.

At ten o'clock in the evening, William finally arrived home.

He shut the door, changed his shoes, and suddenly, the living - room lights blazed on, catching him off - guard.

There was Elizabeth, seated in silence on the living - room sofa, cradling a white porcelain urn.

She had been there, unmoving, for an indeterminate amount of time.

"Elizabeth, have you lost your mind? Not sleeping in the middle of the night and scaring people like this?" William barked at her.

Hearing his harsh reprimand, Elizabeth mechanically raised her head and regarded him.

Even at this late hour, William's hair was impeccably groomed, and his shirt was smooth and wrinkle - free.

It was evident how crucial the mother and daughter he had been painstakingly attending to daily were to him - enough to make this usually laid - back man so meticulous about his appearance.

Seeing that Elizabeth merely stared at him without speaking, William grew impatient.

"Still holding a grudge over the kidney issue?"

Elizabeth tightened her hold on the porcelain urn.

"I've already told you, there will be other kidney sources in the future! I'm a doctor, and I must prioritize the patient. Florence is currently in the prime stage of recovery, and transplanting this kidney to her yields the best curative effect!"

"I know you care about Isabella, but she had already waited for so long. Couldn't she wait a bit longer? She's my daughter, and I won't abandon her..."

William's tone was saturated with impatience, making it seem as though Elizabeth was an irrational shrew.

But it was truly just that brief span of time. After missing this kidney source, Isabella's condition worsened rapidly, and she never opened her eyes again.

Their daughter was so young. Before she died, she clasped Elizabeth's hand tightly and asked where her father was, wondering if he no longer loved her.

Elizabeth could only shower her with kisses on the cheek, assuring her that mommy was there and would always be by her side.

Until her eyes closed forever, Isabella never got to see her father one last time.

However, Florence, the daughter of William's first love, survived because of the timely kidney source - which was clearly meant for Isabella!

Elizabeth despised this hypocritical and selfish man with every fiber of her being and never wished to set eyes on him again in this life.

Apparently deeming his scolding sufficient, William finally ceased and tossed his coat, which reeked of perfume, towards Elizabeth.

"Take this and wash it thoroughly before I leave for work tomorrow. Remember to iron it smooth..."

Seeing that Elizabeth remained motionless and didn't reach out to catch it, allowing the coat to fall to the ground, William frowned.

Elizabeth looked up, locking eyes with him, and stated firmly, "Let's get divorced."

William was immediately dumbstruck.

He seemed unable to fathom that these words were coming from Elizabeth's mouth, disbelief and suspicion clouding his eyes.

"What did you say???"

Elizabeth forced a wry smile.

"I said, William, I want a divorce from you."

As she spoke, she slid the divorce agreement she had drafted on the table towards him.

"This is the divorce agreement. I don't want any property. The Civil Affairs Bureau opens at nine o'clock tomorrow. Make sure to prepare the documents."

For an instant, the air in the living room seemed to solidify.

William didn't even glance at the agreement. Instead, visible rage gradually welled up within him.

"Are you done yet?!"

"Do you have to make a big deal out of this today? Florence needed this kidney source more than Isabella! Haven't I made myself clear enough? Elizabeth, can't you be less selfish?!"

His angry glare pierced Elizabeth as if trying to force her to back down.

Elizabeth completely disregarded him and calmly repeated, "William, I want a divorce - this is non - negotiable."

His face instantly turned cold and sullen, and then he sneered.

"So you've learned to threaten me now, have you?"

He picked up his coat, donned it with a tense expression, and turned to leave.

Evidently, William decided that out of sight, out of mind, and he had no intention of staying home tonight.

When he reached the door, he turned around and coldly warned Elizabeth, "Elizabeth, I'm warning you, even if we divorce, the custody of Isabella will be mine - you'd better not regret this!"

With that, William slammed the door and departed.

The living room was once again engulfed in suffocating silence.

Elizabeth stroked the white porcelain urn in her arms as if soothing a terrified child.

From the moment he entered until he left, William hadn't bothered to inquire if his daughter had suffered pain that day or if she was asleep at this late hour.

He hadn't even cared about the volume of his voice, and the slamming of the door was deafening.

From start to finish, he hadn't even cared what the urn in Elizabeth's arms held.

Elizabeth stared at the empty doorway, her eyes vacant.

William, you missed seeing Isabella one last time.

You're also doomed to miss seeing me one last time.