Lavinia Wilde stared intently at the photograph, the two people in it standing side by side, fingers tightly entwined.
They looked so sweet and loving, making others envious.
She then turned her head to look at her daughter lying on the hospital bed, so thin she was almost all bones. Ever since she learned she could no longer walk, her mood had been very unstable, and now she could only be calmed with sedatives.
She would never be able to bear children again in this life.
So her daughter was her only reliance.
The conditions offered by the other party were too good to resist. As long as she agreed to act, her daughter could be sent abroad for the best treatment, see the top specialists, be able to stand up, or even get a new name and start over her life.
Especially after knowing the identity and capability of the other party, Lavinia Wilde was tempted.
