I got a call in the middle of the night: a fire had suddenly broken out at the kindergarten, and there was still a child inside.
The only key was with me.
I hurried to leave and take it to the kindergarten.
But my husband blocked the doorway and refused to let me pass.
“Every ten minutes you’re out will cost you a hundred thousand. I need to save up tuition for Yaoyao’s daughter.”
I begged my husband to let me go. There was a child waiting for me to save their life.
He looked at me coldly and said, “That’s someone else’s child. What does it have to do with me?”
I stared at my heartless husband, and suddenly I was in no hurry.
After all, the child inside was the daughter of the woman he had always cherished as his one true love.
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