My son has an aortic dissection and needs surgery. My husband is a cardiac expert, but I don't bother calling him. Instead, I take a cab straight to the hospital. In my past life, upon begging my husband, he came home with the ambulance to pick our son up. He also arranged for our son to be admitted. But because he forgot to bring his phone, his childhood sweetheart died of a heart attack when she couldn't reach him. He went missing for three months and suddenly returned one day, looking perfectly normal. He even volunteered to prepare the meal on our son's birthday. It turned out he only wanted to poison the food. He strangled me and cut my neck open. "You forced me to come home to pick our son up. Ciara wouldnt' have died if I'd answered her call that day. You and your son are murderers—you have to pay with your lives!" When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day my son has an aortic dissection. This time, my husband manages to answer his childhood sweetheart's phone. But why is he on his knees before me and begging for forgiveness?
View MoreUpon hearing the word "divorce", Joel was stunned.It took him a while to react. He shook his head repeatedly and pleaded, "No… No! We can't get a divorce. Give me one more chance, Solange. Even if you don't need me anymore, think about Oscar—he can't grow up without a father!"Mentioning our son seemed to give him hope. He turned to Oscar and urged, "My dear son, please convince your mom not to leave me. Otherwise, you'll be separated from me."I was a little worried when he begged Oscar. After all, Oscar was very attached to him.But to my surprise, Oscar shook his head without hesitation. "No."Joel was stunned. "Oscar, you…""You bullied Mom. I don't want you to be my dad anymore," Oscar said plainly.When Joel didn't get the response he wanted, he turned to my mom. To his dismay, she shook her head resolutely.Joel was in despair. "You can't do this to me! I only accompanied her as she was hospitalized. I won't agree to getting a divorce!""You won't agree?" I let out a s
When I heard that, I turned to my mom and asked, "Mom, what do you mean by that?"My mom tore away Ciara's last shred of dignity.It turned out that my dad had been diagnosed with cancer back then. Shortly before he passed away, Ciara approached him. She begged him to find a heart donor for her transplant.Heart transplants were subject to strict regulations in our country, and heart donors were incredibly scarce. At that time, my dad had already retired and had no obligation to help her, so there was no reason for him to agree to such a request.However, Ciara threatened my dad. She told him that she would take Joel away from me if he didn't find her a heart.My father loved me deeply. Thus, he agreed to give her his heart to ensure my marriage remained intact.But before doing so, they made an agreement—if Ciara accepted my dad's heart, she could never show herself in front of Joel again.Now, the heart beating in Ciara's chest was my dad's heart.Tears fell from the corner o
According to Joel, no one had been there to protect Ciara because he didn't go overseas with her. And as a result, Ciara suffered greatly.He went on and stressed that Ciara hadn't received any proper treatment while she was abroad. The institution my dad had recommended was a fraudulent one. They used her for drug trials, which caused severe side effects.The experience left Ciara mentally devastated, and it led her to develop depression.When she finally returned to the country, she got a chance to get a heart transplant. At that point, my dad had allegedly manipulated the process and had given her an unhealthy heart."Your father did all of this to Ciara. Yet, you dare say you knew nothing about it? Solange, your whole family should beg for her forgiveness," Joel said huffily.As he became increasingly emotional, his voice became louder and louder.If I hadn't noticed the awkward look on Ciara's face as she stood behind him, I might have believed everything he said.Upon hear
Joel didn't stop after he threw away Oscar's cup. He went on to yank the blanket off our son."Enough, Joel! Have you lost your mind?" I stepped forward."You're finally here, Solange." Joel glared at me with hatred. "Get him discharged immediately and stop occupying Ciara's space."I felt a surge of anger. "Is this hospital yours? We paid for this bed. What right do you have to kick us out?""As a doctor working here, I can and will kick you out. You're occupying hospital resources when you're not really ill. I have the right to make you leave."I was about to retort when Terry's voice came from the doorway. "Stop it, Joel. Oscar had just undergone a major surgery. He can't handle stress when he's recovering."At Terry's words, Joel turned to him and said incredulously, "What are you saying? Has this woman brainwashed you too? Are you teaming up with her to deceive me? I know my son. He's always been healthy—there's no way he has heart disease."Terry frowned and responded, "Fi
Frank's words came like a bolt from the blue, leaving Terry frozen in place.A few seconds later, the mocking smile on his face all but vanished. In its place was an expression of utmost terror.Whispers broke out among the crowd."So the child was critically ill. This doctor is terrible.""My family member passed from an aortic rupture too. I heard every minute of delay increases the risk of death by ten percent."These words sounded painfully grating in Terry's ears at the moment.He lowered his head and apologized to me. "Solange, I'm so sorry. I should have examined him first."Heather hurriedly led me to complete the necessary paperwork. As I left, I rolled my eyes at Terry and said, "You've always had it in your mind that I had power and connections. Don't worry. If anything happens to my son, I won't let you off."Terry had always believed I was the one who came between Joel and Ciara. It was all because I happened to have met Joel before he broke up with Ciara.One day
I dashed outside in a flash.Oscar lay limply on my mom's shoulder, his arm dangling from the side. I reached out to check the pulse on his neck. When I touched it, I failed to detect any beat.My heart tightened, and my mind went blank.Almost instinctively, I shouted, "Quick! Lay him flat on the ground!"My mom laid him down, and I knelt on the floor to start CPR on Oscar. I began pressing on his chest frantically.At the same time, my mom turned to the nurses at the nurse's station. She got on her knees and groveled. "Please help us! Look at the child! How can you just stand by?"The onlookers were stunned.One nurse tried to come over to check, but Terry stopped her yet again. He said dismissively, "Please don't disturb our work."Although no one helped, thankfully, Oscar regained a pulse after a few minutes of my unrelenting efforts.He slowly opened his eyes and called out to me, "Mom."Thank the heavens! I cried tears of joyful relief and hugged him tightly.But then
The department where Joel worked was one of the top cardiac surgery departments in the country. Many patients with heart conditions willingly lined up to receive treatments here.But even in such a department, where hospital beds were incredibly hard to come by, there was always one empty bed.Joel reserved that bed for his childhood friend, Ciara Lycett.In my past life, when Oscar had a sudden heart attack, I called Joel since he was a cardiac specialist. At first, he said there was no available bed. But after I begged him, he finally agreed to let Oscar temporarily use that empty bed.He even hopped on the ambulance that came to pick up Oscar.But in that brief half an hour, Ciara had a heart attack too. Unable to reach Joel, she died in the ambulance.After dropping Oscar at the hospital that day, Joel disappeared. He didn't show up again until three months later when Oscar was discharged after making a full recovery.By then, Joel had resigned from his position at the hospi
"Solange, I understand how you all must be feeling, but there truly isn't a single bed left."The man in front of me was Terry Jacquez. He was a colleague of my husband, Joel Waylon, and he happened to be the doctor on duty today.After I was reborn, I drove my son, Oscar Waylon, straight to the hospital.But Terry didn't even glance at Oscar. He stopped us right outside the cardiac surgery department.Oscar had been shedding tears nonstop. Back in the car, he had already been too weak to even moan in pain.My mom, Sadie Newman, paced around anxiously. "How can there be no beds? Isn't that an empty bed over there? Can't we take that one, doctor?"Terry didn't relent; his expression remained unchanged. "That bed has already been reserved."My mom was enraged. "How can hospital beds be reserved? Aren't they assigned on a first-come, first-served basis? My grandson is seriously ill, yet you won't assign him to an available bed. Are you even fit to be a doctor?""Stop complaining,"
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