He was the one who did something wrong, but I was always the one who got blamed.
"Well, it's all my fault," I replied coldly without even looking at him.
Seeing my indifference, Spencer was a little surprised. He lowered his tone and explained, "Danny's death was a big blow to Gloria. I was afraid she might have an accident if she was alone, so I hurried to find her. Is Dora mad at me? I'll make it up to her when I get back. She's so well-behaved, she will forgive me, right?"
If he had paid any attention to our family, he would have known something had happened to his daughter.
But he didn't. He focused entirely on Gloria.
"You don't have a chance anymore," I said, walking away again, not wanting to say another word to Spencer.
Spencer reached out and grabbed my arm. "Why is there no chance? Okay, okay, I promise to pick up Dora from school every day. You don't have to be so mad about this, okay?"
Noticing my unusually cold attitude, Spencer seemed willing to lower his profile and make a promise for the first time.
If Dora hadn't had the car accident, maybe I would have forgiven him.
But now, it was impossible.
"Let's find a time and finalize the divorce as soon as possible," I said, shaking off Spencer's hand and leaving resolutely without looking back.
Watching my back, Spencer felt as if something was slipping away from him. He frowned and called his secretary.
"Jenna, prepare the most exquisite doll for me and send it home to my daughter. Ask her to help persuade her mother not to be angry with me."
Before I even reached the cemetery gate, I received a call from the cemetery manager.
"Ms. Wood, someone is digging up your daughter's grave!"
This sentence hit me like a bolt of lightning, making my heart feel like it exploded.
I immediately turned around and ran towards Dora's grave, disregarding everything else.
Dora was sunny and cheerful. She loved daisies, which also love the sun. She said she wanted to plant the entire backyard with daisies in the future.
Her wish was not fulfilled in her lifetime, so I planted daisies on her grave after her death.
I didn't put a tombstone for her but planted countless daisies, each one carrying my endless longing for her.
"Spencer, there are a lot of daisies here. Danny will definitely like it!"
As soon as I arrived, I saw Gloria had already placed the urn she was holding into Dora's grave, and two bodyguards were refilling the grave.