To Please Her Secret Lover, She Let Our Son Suffer

My son and I had been nothing more than pawns in her petty war with Laurence.

In this cruel game where I had traded heart for heart, it turned out that only my son and I had lost everything.

If that was the case, then we no longer needed her.

I wiped away the tears clinging to my lashes and pushed open the hospital room door.

The moment my son saw the chicken sandwiches I had brought, his face lit up with a bright smile.

But that joy lasted only seconds; just two bites in, his expression twisted in pain and he suddenly began to retch.

At first, I thought he had burned his mouth, but he weakly waved his tiny hand.

“Dad, I think I’m still sick. I feel nauseous and my stomach hurts.”

I quickly tucked the blanket tighter around him and turned to get the doctor.

But as I stepped into the pediatric wing, what I saw froze me in place.

Amara and Laurence were rushing in, faces pale with panic.

And trailing behind them was her father, supposedly long dead.

The three of them looked visibly shaken. Amara’s voice trembled as she clutched the doctor’s arm.

“Doctor, please, you have to save my son! He’s only five! How could he have such a disease?!”

I stood frozen as she brushed past me without a glance like I was nothing more than thin air.

The three of them stormed into a luxury VIP ward, dragging doctors along in a flurry of panic and urgency.

I returned to my son’s room in a daze. He gave me a fragile smile, trying to soothe my aching heart.

“Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll be better tomorrow!”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and gently touched his forehead; thankfully, the fever had faded.

“Okay. Then close your eyes now. Daddy’s staying right here with you.”

But barely moments after he drifted off to sleep, the door burst open with a loud bang.

“Our President Lancaster is offering a high reward to anyone at the hospital willing to take a bone marrow match test! Anyone who participates will be generously compensated!”

Worried the noise would wake my son, I shot the man a glare and pushed him out into the hallway.

There stood a man in a crisp suit; he had the polished air of Amara’s assistant.

He spoke in a hurry, voice breathless with urgency.

Amara and Laurence’s son had suddenly been diagnosed with acute leukemia.

They were pouring in money and calling in favors, desperately urging everyone in the hospital to join the bone marrow testing, hoping to find a match before time ran out.

The entire hospital was buzzing with activity and patients and families were all stirred up.

Word spread quickly that simply taking the test would earn fifty thousand dollars and everyone jumped at the chance to volunteer.

Amara even dangled a sky-high offer: five million for a matching donor.

For everyone else, it was a golden opportunity: save a life and get rich.

But I simply shook my head.

“My son’s health has always been fragile. He won’t be participating.”

Besides, I had no obligation to help her child, her son, with Laurence.

She could go to such lengths for theirs, yet she couldn’t even spare a thought for the child lying sick in a hospital bed, my son.

The thought of how we had scraped by, living humbly with barely enough to get by, made my chest ache.

Amara, perhaps this was heaven’s way of punishing you for your lies and cruelty.

The assistant’s face darkened, clearly not expecting my refusal. His eyes shifted, growing cold and threatening.

“Don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. You’re just a pathetic delivery guy. Offend President Lancaster and we’ll make sure you can’t survive in this city.”

With that, he gave a signal to the two bodyguards behind him.

They grabbed me and forced me toward the examination room.

Even my unconscious son was carried out against his will.

My eyes burned with rage as I struggled to save him, but pain suddenly exploded in the back of my leg.

The assistant had kicked the hollow of my knee and I collapsed to the floor.

He yanked my hair and sneered coldly.

“You and your bastard son, how could your lives ever compare to President Lancaster’s beloved husband and child?”