Reborn My Dying Son and the Wife Who Betrayed Us

"Doctor, who took it? We waited so long—we finally got our turn!"

"It was… Director Sullivan."

I froze. All the blood in my body rushed backward, ice-cold.

A small hand gripped my palm. My son looked up at me, eyes wide.

"Dad, am I going to die again?"

It felt like my chest was being ripped open. My voice shook. "N-no. You won't. Dad won't let that happen."

I was about to call Jasmine when I saw her in the next room, hovering over Tommy's bed.

"Mrs. Sullivan arranged the best room for you, Tommy. Just hang in there!"

Derek's eyes were red, making him look pitiful. He leaned into her arms.

"Jasmine, thank God I have you. Otherwise, what would a widower and his child even do?"

Rage ignited in my chest, burning through every ounce of patience I'd held onto these past few days.

It hit me instantly—Derek was behind this.

The exact moment Ethan needed surgery, his son conveniently got sick too.

My teeth ground together so hard they clicked. I wanted to storm in and confront them.

But their next words pinned me in place.

Derek wiped his tears, his voice weak, almost casual.

"Jasmine, if your husband finds out we took Ethan's bone marrow match… what do we do?"

Jasmine hesitated. He let a few more tears fall.

"You know Tommy's condition is acute. But Ethan's different—he's late-stage, he can still wait…"

The doctor beside him nodded quickly.

"Yes, Director Sullivan. Your son's body can handle a few more months. It won't matter."

My heart lurched. Ethan was late-stage—that's exactly why he couldn't wait!

I looked up. The doctor's eyes darted away.

He'd been bought off. Of course he had.

Jasmine gritted her teeth and made her decision.

"Don't worry, Derek. Before your mother died, her greatest wish was for me to take care of you and Tommy."

"Ethan can wait. If Alex asks, I'll say the hospital made a matching error…"

My heart turned to ice.

Only by digging my nails into my palm did I stop myself from charging in and slapping them both.

How hard it is to find a matching donor—I couldn't let myself think about it.

If I hadn't overheard them today, would I have waited obediently until my son died, never knowing who killed him?

The thought that Ethan's life-saving bone marrow had almost been quietly stolen by Derek made my whole body shake with fury.

But I knew—now wasn't the time to tear off their masks.

In a flash, I thought of the young woman whose life I'd accidentally saved in my previous life.

She'd promised me one favor. Anything I needed, she could make it happen.

With trembling hands, I gritted my teeth and dialed her number.