Chapter 99: The Truth Revealed
Chapter 99: The Truth Revealed
(Ethan’s POV)
“No! It can’t be!” I shook my head violently, rejecting the mere thought that Lily could be dead.
How could a healthy child die just from waiting too long at the Moonlight Fair? It was
impossible. Olivia was just angry about my broken promise and my favoritism towards
Emma.
“You’re just trying to punish me,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “I understand you’re upset about how I’ve treated you both, but this is going too far.”
Deep down, I knew my reasoning was flimsy, but I desperately clung to it. The alternative was
too horrifying to contemplate.
“Lily is fine,” I insisted, more to myself than to Olivia. “She’s just staying with a friend, or at your mother’s place. You’re keeping her from me to teach me a lesson.”
I was terrified of Olivia’s words being true. Terrified that it was too late to make amends for my
neglect.
“I’ve learned my lesson, Olivia,” I said, my voice softening. “I understand now. I’ve been a terrible father. But I can change. The Moonlight Fair is just the beginning.”
In my mind, I could see the future clearly – Lily as my cherished daughter, showered with love and attention. We would ride the carousel together, eat cotton candy, and I would carry her on my shoulders just as she had practiced with Olivia.
“I’ll be better,” I promised. “Just let me see her. Please.”
Maxwell shifted uncomfortably beside me, his eyes fixed on the ground. His discomfort only fueled my determination to deny the truth.
“Ethan,” Olivia began, her voice gentle but firm.
“No,” I cut her off. “I don’t want to hear it. Just bring Lily to me. That’s all I’m asking.”
As I wrestled with my denial, the surveillance footage continued to play on the large screen. The sight of my daughter waiting patiently for me was both beautiful and agonizing.
“See? She’s fine,” I said, pointing to the screen. “She’s just sitting there, waiting for me.”
Just as I reaffirmed my belief in Lily’s well–being, I saw her small figure sway precariously on
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the bench.
“Lily…” I cried out, my voice cracking as I reached instinctively toward the screen.
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What happened next would haunt me for the rest of my life. My daughter’s tiny body
convulsed, and then she coughed – a violent, wrenching cough that sprayed blood across the
pavement in front of her.
“No!” I shouted, as if my voice could somehow reach through time and space to help her.
I watched in helpless horror as Lily collapsed, her small body crumpling to the ground like a
discarded doll. She lay there, unmoving, in a growing pool of her own blood.
Her face was so pale, stark against the crimson spreading beneath her. But what broke me
completely were her eyes – those emerald eyes so like her mother’s, fixed on the Moonlight
Fair entrance until the very end.
Still waiting for me.
I could feel her gaze on me, accusing me: “Daddy, you promised you would come. Why didn’t
you?”
I saw the unshed tears in her eyes, the hurt she tried so hard to suppress. Even in her final
moments, she had clung to the hope that I hadn’t forgotten her, that I was just busy with
duties, not unloving.
The footage showed a crowd gathering, panicked voices calling for help. Someone performed
CPR while another called emergency services. Through it all, Lily remained motionless, her
eyes finally closing as tears escaped down her pale cheeks.
My knees gave out, and I sank to the ground, a wounded sound escaping my throat.
“Lily,” I whispered, reaching toward the screen as if I could somehow pull her back from death.
“My baby girl…”
(Olivia’s POV)
I had anticipated Ethan’s reaction. I knew he would deny the truth, just as he had denied his
neglect of our daughter for years.
Knowing the truth would eventually come out, I chose this brutal method to deliver the news. I
wanted to inflict pain on him as he had inflicted pain on me – on us.
I had been crying since the video started playing, but my tears were for Lily, not for Ethan.
Never for Ethan.
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I watched his realization, his emotional breakdown, his remorse, with cold detachment. This was the man who had abandoned our daughter when she needed him most. The man who had chosen another woman’s child over his own.
“Ethan Stone,” I asked, my voice devoid of warmth, my emerald eyes hard as I stared at the man who had failed our daughter, “what happened to Lily? Didn’t I tell you?”
His face contorted with grief and dawning horror. I could see the memories flooding back – all the times I had tried to tell him about Lily’s condition, all the times he had dismissed me as manipulative and attention–seeking.
“I told you she was sick,” I continued, my voice steady despite the tears streaming down my face. “I begged you to come see her. I pleaded with you to help us find a donor.”
Ethan’s amber eyes were wide with shock and denial. “No,” he whispered. “No, that can’t be
right. The servants said-”
“The servants said what you wanted to hear,” I cut in. “That I was making it up. That I was
using Lily to get your attention.”
I laughed bitterly. “As if I would ever use our daughter that way.”
(Ethan’s POV)
Her words triggered a flood of memories I had dismissed as unimportant. Conversations I had
ignored, pleas I had rejected.
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I remembered the servants‘ accusations – that Olivia was deliberately making Lily sick to get my attention. Accusations I had readily believed, blinded by my prejudice and my concern for
Emma.
I remembered Lily’s timid phone call, her small voice filled with pain: “Daddy, can you come be
with Lily? Lily is sick, and the treatment hurts…”
I had dismissed her plea, believing it to be another manipulative tactic from my mate. “Don’t be like your mother, full of lies,” I had told her coldly before hanging up.
The memory of my cruelty made me physically ill. I bent forward, retching, though nothing
came up but bitter bile.
“I didn’t know,” I gasped, knowing even as I said it how pathetic it sounded. “I thought-”
“You thought what?” Olivia demanded. “That a five–year–old child would lie about being in pain? That she would pretend to cough up blood just to get your attention?”
I had no answer. There was no justification for what I had done – or rather, what I had failed to
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“Lily… she really had kidney failure?” I stammered, the enormity of my mistake crushing me.
Olivia’s cold stare confirmed my worst fear. “Yes,” she said simply. “Terminal kidney failure.
The doctors gave her six months without a transplant.”
“But why didn’t you-”
“Tell you?” Olivia finished for me. “I did. Countless times. I called, I texted, I even came to your
office. But you were always too busy with Victoria and Emma to listen.”
Each word was a knife to my heart, cutting deeper because I knew they were true.
“There was a donor,” Olivia continued, her voice breaking slightly. “A perfect match. The
surgery was scheduled. But at the last minute, the kidney was redirected to another patient.”
“Who?” I asked, though I already suspected the answer.
“Emma,” Olivia whispered. “Victoria’s daughter needed an emergency transplant, and somehow, her need was deemed more urgent than Lily’s.”
The implications of what she was saying hit me like a physical blow. Had Victoria deliberately
sabotaged Lily’s treatment to benefit Emma? Had I unknowingly contributed to my own
daughter’s death by prioritizing Victoria’s child?
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Victoria wouldn’t do that. She couldn’t be that cruel.”
Olivia’s laugh was hollow, devoid of humor. “You still defend her, even now? After everything?“.
I had no response. My mind was reeling, trying to process the unthinkable – that my daughter was gone, and I had played a part in her death through my neglect and blind trust in Victoria.
“I need to see her,” I said suddenly, grasping Olivia’s hand. “Which hospital is Lily in?”
Olivia didn’t move. I felt her wrist tremble beneath my grip, my own fear mirroring hers.
“I’ll get her the best hospital, the best doctors,” I promised desperately. “I’ll cure her… I…”
My voice broke as I clung to the last shreds of denial. Lily couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t be. I had just built an entire amusement park for her. I had plans, so many plans to make up for lost time.
Olivia laughed, a hollow, chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine.
“Ethan Stone, it’s too late…” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Lily, she’s…”
“No!” I interrupted, my voice hoarse with emotion. “It’s not too late… There’s still time! There
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I refused to accept the truth, even as it stared me in the face. The surveillance footage had ended, the screen now black, but the image of Lily collapsing in a pool of blood was seared into my mind.
Olivia shattered my illusions, her emerald eyes swimming with tears. “Lily died a long time ago!” she cried, each word cutting me deeply.
Each mention of Lily’s death was a fresh wound to both of us. I could see Olivia’s pain, raw and unhealed, mirroring my own newfound grief.
“She died that day…” Olivia continued, her voice breaking. “At the Moonlight Fair, waiting for you. She died believing her father would come for her.”
“Olivia, shut up!” I roared, my eyes bloodshot with unshed tears. “Lily can’t be dead, how could
she be dead?”
I was on the verge of collapse, my powerful frame trembling with the force of my emotions. I
couldn’t reconcile my guilt and desire to make amends with the devastating reality Olivia was
presenting.
“You’re lying to me, aren’t you?” I demanded, grasping at straws. “Olivia, tell me, tell me you’re
lying!”
Olivia’s face hardened. Without a word, she reached into her purse and pulled out a document,
thrusting it in front of me.
The words “Death Certificate” and the name “Lily Winters” jumped out at me, a final, brutal
confirmation that silenced even my denial.