Brody grabbed Nelly’s wrist, his grip unyielding.
“That’s enough. Sheila stayed up all night with Carrie. And what about you? What did you say to our daughter? ‘I don’t want you’? Nelly, you are supposed to be her mother.”
His disappointment was written all over his face. No matter how much she hated him or blamed him, their daughter was innocent. How could Nelly bring herself to say something so heartless?
She was nothing like the woman he once knew. For the sake of money and her own interests, she’d become a stranger to him.
Nelly’s cheeks burned red. For the first time, she tried to explain herself, really explain, her voice shaking with urgency. “I was set up. The woman you care about so much isn’t some helpless victim. Sheila is manipulative. She brought Carrie to me on purpose, just to make her hate me…”
“Set up?” Brody let out a cold laugh. “Is everyone out to get you then, Nelly? Is that how you see the world?”
Nelly’s gaze fell on her daughter’s small figure curled up in the hospital bed. Her heart ached. She yanked her arm free and pushed into the room.
The moment Carrie spotted her, she flinched, scrambling under the covers and pulling them over her head. She didn’t want to see her mother at all.
“Carrie…”
Nelly reached for the blanket, her voice trembling. “Mommy doesn’t want to leave you. Please, just listen to me…”
“Nelly, you’ve seen your daughter. That’s enough.” Brody’s voice cut through the room. “It’s time for you to go. Carrie needs to rest.”
Sheila stepped up beside Brody, her voice gentle but perfectly timed. “Brody, please, don’t get so upset. Nelly is only worried…”
“Sheila, spare me your fake concern.”

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