Her Scissors Cut My Hair, But His Betrayal Cut Deeper - Chapter 84: Chapter 84
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Connor placed his hands on Maya's shoulders. "Maya, what happened to our daughter is just as painful for me as it is for you. But we have to face reality. Don't be sad anymore. We can have more children in the future."
Maya looked at Connor coldly, with no interest in discussing the future. There would be no future between them anymore.
Connor suggested they go together to the Mitchell family cemetery. For the sake of letting her daughter rest in peace as soon as possible, Maya got into Connor's car.
Halfway there, Connor received a call from his mother. She said the child was too young, and putting her in the Mitchell family cemetery would bring bad luck...
Connor said his mother was being too superstitious and hung up the phone.
Half a minute later, Serena called, saying Emma suddenly had a fever. Connor panicked and quickly had the driver turn the car around. He then looked at Maya beside him and said hesitantly, "Maya, can we let our daughter stay at the public cemetery for a while? Once Emma recovers and gets discharged, we'll bring her back."
"Sure." Maya nodded in agreement.
Connor was surprised. All the explanations he'd prepared were stuck in his throat with no chance to come out.
He'd expected Maya to make a scene—the way she did two months ago when their daughter first got in the accident and Maya had just found out about Emma's existence. She'd caused such a huge uproar that everyone knew about it.
Now, her quietness made Connor uneasy.
"Maya..." Connor was about to say something when his phone rang again. It was another call from Serena, but this time it was Emma's voice on the line.
Connor couldn't be bothered to ask Maya anything else and softened his voice to comfort the child.
Maya lowered her head, gently stroking the small urn in her arms.
A tear fell onto it.
[Baby, be good. We're not going into the Mitchell family cemetery—they don't deserve you. Wait a little longer, and mommy will take you to find a more beautiful place.]
After taking care of everything, Connor rushed back to the hospital while Maya returned home.
The house was filled with her daughter's things.
The rocking horse in the corner was handmade by Connor. The paintings on the wall were done by Connor and their daughter together.
When Maya got angry about her daughter's messy scribbles, Connor went out that same day and bought a whole box of watercolors to paint with her.
He'd said adoringly back then that they couldn't suppress his precious daughter's natural talents—their daughter was going to be a great artist someday.
Walking into the bedroom, directly across from the bed was her and Connor's wedding photo.
Connor had said he wanted to look at it every day because it made every day happy for him. Their happiness hadn't come easily, and he would protect it with his life.
Maya stared at it quietly for a few seconds, then moved a chair over and took down the wedding photo. The frame cut her hand and blood dripped all over the floor, but she didn't even notice.
Next, she burned the frame, burned all of her daughter's clothes and toys, and had someone come repaint all the walls.
She didn't want to leave Connor with anything that belonged to her and their daughter.
For a whole week, Connor didn't come home once, which made Maya's tasks even easier.
The household staff just figured Maya was overwhelmed with grief and didn't dare say anything.
A week later in the afternoon, Connor came home carrying his daughter Emma in his arms.
"Emma just got out of the hospital and can't be away from me. The staff here are all hand-picked by you and they're really good with kids, so I brought her back.
Don't worry, it's just temporary. Once Emma's recovered enough, I'll have Serena take her back."
Maya looked at Connor coldly, with no interest in discussing the future. There would be no future between them anymore.
Connor suggested they go together to the Mitchell family cemetery. For the sake of letting her daughter rest in peace as soon as possible, Maya got into Connor's car.
Halfway there, Connor received a call from his mother. She said the child was too young, and putting her in the Mitchell family cemetery would bring bad luck...
Connor said his mother was being too superstitious and hung up the phone.
Half a minute later, Serena called, saying Emma suddenly had a fever. Connor panicked and quickly had the driver turn the car around. He then looked at Maya beside him and said hesitantly, "Maya, can we let our daughter stay at the public cemetery for a while? Once Emma recovers and gets discharged, we'll bring her back."
"Sure." Maya nodded in agreement.
Connor was surprised. All the explanations he'd prepared were stuck in his throat with no chance to come out.
He'd expected Maya to make a scene—the way she did two months ago when their daughter first got in the accident and Maya had just found out about Emma's existence. She'd caused such a huge uproar that everyone knew about it.
Now, her quietness made Connor uneasy.
"Maya..." Connor was about to say something when his phone rang again. It was another call from Serena, but this time it was Emma's voice on the line.
Connor couldn't be bothered to ask Maya anything else and softened his voice to comfort the child.
Maya lowered her head, gently stroking the small urn in her arms.
A tear fell onto it.
[Baby, be good. We're not going into the Mitchell family cemetery—they don't deserve you. Wait a little longer, and mommy will take you to find a more beautiful place.]
After taking care of everything, Connor rushed back to the hospital while Maya returned home.
The house was filled with her daughter's things.
The rocking horse in the corner was handmade by Connor. The paintings on the wall were done by Connor and their daughter together.
When Maya got angry about her daughter's messy scribbles, Connor went out that same day and bought a whole box of watercolors to paint with her.
He'd said adoringly back then that they couldn't suppress his precious daughter's natural talents—their daughter was going to be a great artist someday.
Walking into the bedroom, directly across from the bed was her and Connor's wedding photo.
Connor had said he wanted to look at it every day because it made every day happy for him. Their happiness hadn't come easily, and he would protect it with his life.
Maya stared at it quietly for a few seconds, then moved a chair over and took down the wedding photo. The frame cut her hand and blood dripped all over the floor, but she didn't even notice.
Next, she burned the frame, burned all of her daughter's clothes and toys, and had someone come repaint all the walls.
She didn't want to leave Connor with anything that belonged to her and their daughter.
For a whole week, Connor didn't come home once, which made Maya's tasks even easier.
The household staff just figured Maya was overwhelmed with grief and didn't dare say anything.
A week later in the afternoon, Connor came home carrying his daughter Emma in his arms.
"Emma just got out of the hospital and can't be away from me. The staff here are all hand-picked by you and they're really good with kids, so I brought her back.
Don't worry, it's just temporary. Once Emma's recovered enough, I'll have Serena take her back."
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