###Chapter 2
As the youngest chairperson of the Wallace Group, my career had gone smoothly over the years.
Yet in the process of building my business, I’d spent so much time away on trips that I knew I’d neglected my husband and daughter. I’d always felt guilty about it.
This time, with my daughter facing attackers, I couldn’t get to her immediately and the guilt was almost suffocating.
And now, seeing this scene at the hospital, my anger surged through me like wildfire.
With a cold, sharp expression, I dialed the director’s number.
My tone was icy. “Mr. Lark, I heard from your nurse that a big client came today, so there was no time to treat my daughter’s injuries. I want to know, what kind of important guest makes you throw my daughter into the hallway?”
Mr. Lark’s voice faltered, betraying a hint of panic. “Ms. Wallace, it’s all a misunderstanding! There’s no big client! There were just many children brought to the hospital today and it was my oversight. I’ll immediately arrange the best room for your daughter!”
He asked, “Which nurse dared to talk nonsense? I’ll fire her immediately!”
A few minutes after hanging up, my daughter was moved into a private room.
I called Mr. Lark outside and gave him a scolding. “What’s the matter? Don’t you want to be a director anymore?”
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he lowered his head and explained, “Ms. Wallace, it was all Mr. Clawn’s idea. He asked us to give the VIP room to other children.”
Just then, my husband emerged from the adjacent, most luxurious VIP room.
“Honey, why did you come back so suddenly?” Zack’s eyes were filled with shock and a hint of guilt.
He forced a smile, walked over and took my hand. “I saw a child who was badly injured and I couldn’t bear it, so I asked the hospital to attend to him first. I was just about to ask Mr. Lark to assign the best doctor for Yuna.”
He was always careful about his appearance, yet several buttons of his white shirt were undone and the fabric was wrinkled.
“You’re really so caring, thinking to help someone else’s child first.” I stared at him with a mocking look.
Zack casually buttoned his shirt, pretending nothing was wrong. “Ever since we had a daughter, my sense of responsibility as a father has only grown stronger over the years.”
I was about to ask him whose child he had abandoned ours for, when suddenly the phone at his waist rang.
“Ah, it’s Mr. Sullivan from our partner company wanting to discuss something. I have to go. Thanks for taking care of Yuna, Honey.”
Mr. Sullivan? Wasn’t he supposed to be out of town inspecting sites these past few days?
Watching Zack’s retreating figure, my eyes darkened.
“Mommy… Mommy, where are you?”
My daughter’s pitiful sobs pulled me back to reality.
I hurried into the room and saw her wrapped in bandages, her face pale and thin. My heart ached.
Why did she look like she’s malnourished? But everything she ate and used should be the best…
“Yuna, recently you—”
“Mrs. Clawn, you’re back?”
The sound of small footsteps approached. I turned to see the nanny, Judith, holding a lunchbox at the doorway.
Ignoring her ingratiating smile, I snatched the lunchbox straight from her hands.
When I opened it, a surge of anger shot through me. The cold lunchbox contained only a few dry pieces of bread.
“You usually feed Yuna this? And now that she’s injured, how could you take care of her like this?”
A flicker of panic crossed Judith’s face and she quickly forced a smile. “Mrs. Clawn, Miss Yuna asked for this over the phone earlier. She said she wanted to try the taste of dry bread. Right, Miss Yuna?”
My daughter pressed against my back, clutching my clothes and timidly nodded, clearly intimidated by Judith.
Judith’s smile widened as she said, “You stay with Miss Yuna, I’ll go to the supermarket to buy ingredients and cook at home!”
With that, she turned and left for the supermarket.
I watched my daughter grab the bread and shove it into her mouth as if she hadn’t eaten for days. My heart ached. I fed her a sip of water. “Eat slowly, baby. If you want more, Mommy will have the hotel bring it to you.”
Immediately, Yuna stopped chewing, afraid I’d be angry and quietly put the bread down. “I’m full… I don’t want any more, Mommy.”
Her timid, obedient manner made me pull her tightly into my arms.
But then Yuna cried out in pain and pulled her arm back.
I quickly rolled up her sleeve—and the sight of bruises across her arm pierced my eyes with shock.
“Yuna… who bullied you?”
