My Love Died On The Day My Son Died

When I received a definite answer, I shoved the doctor to the ground and turned to chase after them.

My Emmet had already left this world. As his mother, how could I let him die without a whole body?

What kind of nonsense about donations and selfless sacrifice? Why should I care about the lives of others? I only wanted my child.

Like a headless fly, I searched aimlessly around the hospital. Finally, I saw a helicopter slowly taking off from the rooftop, bearing the Spears Family's exclusive logo.

An unprecedented despair overwhelmed my mind and I collapsed. When I woke up in a hospital bed, the glaring white walls surrounded me and a sharp pain radiated from my feet.

Ignoring the nurse's protests, I stubbornly demanded to see Emmet.

"Ma'am, your foot is severely infected. If you don't take proper care, it could lead to amputation!" the nurse said sternly.

Taking advantage of a moment when the nurse wasn't paying attention, I tried to get out of bed but collapsed to the floor, my legs too weak to support me.

"Why don't you ever listen? What's so urgent that you need to get out of bed now? If all patients acted like you, how could I even do my job?" The nurse impatiently reached out and helped me up, her movements were rough.

I was pushed back onto the bed, my eyes were empty and I spoke coldly, "My child is dead and his heart was taken out. Now can I see him?"

The nurse's face immediately filled with guilt and she looked as though she wanted to slap herself.

Since the day Emmet was born, I had been the one taking care of him. I had taken him to the hospital countless times. But this time I couldn't take him out of the hospital intact.

In the dim and cold morgue, I slowly pushed my wheelchair closer to Emmet. His once handsome, innocent face was now completely disfigured, never to smile with that warm, sunny grin again.

The wounds from the car accident were horrifying, especially the centipede-like scar on his chest. His little chest was hollow and empty.

That morning, when we left the house, Emmet had mischievously told me to expect a surprise that night. But within just a few hours, he had become a cold, lifeless body lying here and his heart was taken for no reason.

I had never heard of any organ donation agreement. The only possibility was that Scott had done something behind my back.

But even a tiger does not eat its cubs. I couldn't bring myself to believe my own suspicions.

I dialed Scott's number again, only to realize he had already blocked me. I was about to send him a message when I instinctively opened my social media feed.

Just half an hour ago, Gillian had posted a photo of herself with Scott, their faces pressed together.

The caption read, "My heart feels uneasy again, but as long as you're by my side, I'm not afraid of anything!"

I found Scott's chat window, but before I could type a message, Gillian sent me one: [Kiera, I just received a notice. They found a child who died in a car accident and his heart is a perfect match for me.]

[Soon, I'll be healthy again and you won't have to bother taking care of Scott for me anymore.]

[You're happy for me, right?]

She had sent me similar taunting messages before, which I had always ignored. But this time, it involved Emmet and I couldn't stay calm.

I called her directly, but it was Scott who answered, "Kiera, are you done? I promised I'd come home for dinner tonight, so I will. What's the point of bombarding me with calls all day?"

"Gillian is sick and she's about to undergo surgery. Don't disturb her!" He hung up before I could say anything.

[Was Emmet's death related to you?] I directly messaged Gillian.

Before I could get a reply, Scott called from his own phone, he shouted, "Are you out of your mind? It's the kid's birthday and you, his mother, are cursing him?"

He kept yelling at me, "You even sacrificed your own child just to make things difficult for Gillian. Kiera, you are even more shameless than I thought!"

I silently listened to his furious ranting and then spoke slowly, "Did you sign an organ donation agreement for Emmet?"

Scott paused for a moment, then quickly returned to his usual self and said, "Yes, I signed it. So what? As his father, am I not qualified to sign an agreement? I even signed one for myself."