My Daughter Was Made into a Specimen by My Husband

Chapter 5

Grant stood frozen, watching Claire's retreating figure. A gnawing unease settled deep in his chest.

He had never seen that look in her eyes before. That kind of despair.

But he couldn't understand why. He'd only taken the cord blood. It didn't mean their daughter was beyond saving.

Lucas, sensing the tension, began to wail in his arms.

The crying pulled Grant back. He rocked the baby gently, murmuring soft reassurances.

Sophia spoke up beside him.

"Grant, don't worry too much. Claire's probably just upset about what your mother said at dinner."

Grant nodded absently.

Sophia was right. Claire was jealous. That was all. She'd get over it.

The thought settled his nerves.

Then something else occurred to him. He turned to one of the doctors still cleaning up the lab.

"How's my daughter doing? It's been a while since I've seen her."

Strictly speaking, he had never been a good father.

From the day Joy was born, he had failed to fulfill a single fatherly duty.

When she was first diagnosed with leukemia, he'd been heartbroken. He'd tried everything to get her treated.

But over time, he'd grown tired of it.

Now, standing in the wreckage of the specimen lab, the guilt hit him all at once. He suddenly, desperately wanted to see his daughter.

"Take me to Joy's room first. I want to see her. She must miss her daddy after all this time."

He handed Lucas back to Sophia before she could protest and set off down the corridor.

Grant had spared no expense on Joy's care. A private room, the best equipment money could buy.

His pace quickened. The doctors and nurses trailed behind him, exchanging uneasy glances.

The moment he stepped through the door, he called out her name.

"Joy, Daddy's here to see you."

The medical staff behind him looked at one another, confusion and discomfort written across their faces.

The incubator was empty. Grant's brow furrowed.

"Where's my daughter? Where did she go?"

The doctor swallowed hard.

"Mr. Hudson, don't you remember? Your wife just took her."

Grant rubbed his temples in irritation.

"What is Claire's problem? Joy is sick — she shouldn't be dragging her all over the place.

I've already arranged for Joy to go abroad for treatment in a few days."

The doctor stared at him, visibly stunned. After a long pause, he spoke carefully.

"Mr. Hudson, I'm not sure if I should be the one to tell you this. Your daughter passed away a month ago. You signed the body donation consent form yourself.

What your wife just took from the specimen lab… that was her."

Grant went completely still.

He blinked, slow, mechanical, as if his brain had short-circuited.

"What did you just say? When did I sign a donation form? When did my daughter die?! She was supposed to be receiving treatment here!"

His voice cracked. His eyes were wild with disbelief.

The doctor's gaze drifted to Sophia, standing quietly in the corner.

"If I recall correctly, this is your sister. She was the one who handed you the consent form at the time.

We still have the original on file. You're welcome to see it for yourself."

Grant snatched the document from the doctor's hands, his fingers trembling as he flipped through the pages.