My Husband Became the Forensic Pathologist for Me

"Mom, wake up, I saw Dad!"

When I opened my eyes again, I saw my daughter standing in front of me unharmed. My joy was all over my face.

"Donna, you're okay. That's great!"

I stood up and hugged my daughter tightly.

After a while, I calmed down and followed my daughter's finger to look over.

I felt like my heart was squeezed in an instant.

This was a hospital, and the direction my daughter was pointing to was a row of seats.

My daughter gently held my hand, looking confused.

"But why is Daddy ignoring us?"

I didn't say anything, but there was an uncontrollable hatred on my face.

The one sitting on the recliner was Jax, who seemed to have not slept much overnight and was leaning against the back of the chair.

I wanted to rush up and interrogate him fiercely, but suddenly, I realized that I could only stand on the spot, unable to move forward or retreat.

My eyes went blank, and it took a while for me to come back to my senses.

Yes, I was dead.

But...

"Mr. Frye, why are you sleeping here?"

Just then, a little boy in a patient's gown appeared in our sight.

And following closely behind was Shirley, who was wearing a pair of white shoes and casual clothes.

Looking at her smiling face, I tried hard to restrain the emotions surging in my eyes in front of my daughter.

In terms of age, Shirley was almost thirty years old now, but whether when it came to skincare or dressing, she looked like a college graduate.

Both of our kids were sick. During this period, I couldn't eat or sleep well, and I had become thin and haggard. I looked to be 46 years old at the age of twenty-six.

Jax, I'm really sorry. Rayan refuses to sleep. He says he can only feel safe with you by his side.

Jax opened his eyes, showing fatigue, but there was no impatience at all.

"After surgery and during the recovery period, his lively nature will return. He's a kid after all."

Saying that, Jax carefully picked up the little boy and smiled.

The boy also smiled happily, "Yes! Mr. Frye said that after I went back to kindergarten, he'd participate in the sports meeting with me. No one will say that I don't have a dad anymore!"

Watching the three of them walk toward the ward, I keenly noticed that my daughter was upset.

"Donna, what's wrong?"

I asked worriedly.

Donna looked in the direction where they were leaving, and her sadness was hard to conceal.

"If my sports meeting and Rayan's sports meeting are on the same day, who will Dad be with?"

"Mom, I will get better, won't I?"

Watching Jax skillfully put the boy onto the bed and calmly take the water handed over by Shirley, the words I prepared were stuck in my throat.

What should I say? How could I explain everything now?

In my eyes, there was resentment and disappointment, but suddenly, Jax looked up and looked in our direction.

I was confused, and then, I saw a nurse coming from behind me and my daughter.

"Miss Houston, the follow-up treatment has been arranged, you can go to pay now."

Shirley nodded, and when she was about to get her bag, she was stopped by Jax.

"Let me do that. You should take care of Rayan."

Jax said.

Shirley nodded.

After that, the nurse took Jax and went out, and along the way, she gave some instructions, which Jax listened to carefully.

"Sir, don't worry too much. We have a kidney for your son. Once the surgery is over, there will be no life-threatening danger."

I clenched my clothes, and I heard Jax immediately speak up.

"He's just my friend's child. I am not his father."

The nurse kept apologizing, and Jax waved his hand, not saying anything else.