Chapter 6

But he only apologized for yelling at her. When it came to child-rearing, Richard stood his ground.

My glowing health was his ultimate proof.

Suddenly, Clara began to twitch and convulse on her crib. The tense atmosphere shattered as my parents rushed both of us to the hospital.

In my past life, Clara and I had been hospitalized at the same time. The doctor had diagnosed me with severe malnutrition and Clara with food poisoning from spoiled breast milk.

This life was no different. Once the test results came out, the pediatrician looked at Eleanor with sheer disgust.

"The children are too young to know any better, but are you adults brainless too?"

"How could you feed a baby spoiled breast milk?"

Confronted with the diagnosis, Eleanor's immediate reaction was denial. "That's impossible!"

"Your hospital must have misdiagnosed her!"

Ignoring the doctor’s warnings, she grabbed Clara and ran to every single hospital in the city to get second opinions.

The results were all identical.

And because of her stubbornness, Clara's treatment was severely delayed.

By the time Clara was admitted to the ICU, Eleanor collapsed again. She sat on the hallway floor of the hospital, shrieking and deflecting blame.

"This is all your fault, Richard! You never come home! You don’t care if we live or die! Now Clara is in the ICU! Are you happy now?"

Richard, who was genuinely worried about Clara, looked at her in utter disbelief. "Eleanor, I know you’re anxious about Clara, but she is my daughter too! I am just as worried as you are!"

"How could you say that to me?"

More and more passersby began to gather. Eleanor looked hysterical and aggressive, while Richard was calmly holding me in his arms. The crowd’s sympathy naturally leaned toward my father.

Realizing people were judging her, Eleanor grew even more agitated.