I called my CEO husband, begging him to use his connections to get the serum. Instead, his voice was cold as ice:
“Why are you slandering Chloe’s lodge online? Having Jason act out a sob story won’t work!”
I cried and pleaded,
“It’s all my fault. I’ll take the blame. But please, just get the serum and save our son!”
Daniel remained indifferent.
“If you want the serum, then get down on your knees and beg Chloe for it.”
He was about to hang up. Jason was wheeled out of the ICU, barely breathing. The attending doctor shook his head in regret.
“I want… to talk to Dad…” Jason’s voice was weak and hoarse.
Eyes brimming with tears, I quickly pressed the phone to his ear.
“Dad…”
Daniel paused, then sneered softly:
“Emma Carter, at least make your act convincing. Did you find some middle-aged man to pretend to be Jason and call me Dad?”
“Do you have no conscience at all? You still won’t apologize to Chloe, is that it?”
I snatched the phone back, sobbing:
“Daniel! Jason is dying! You can say whatever you want about me, but can’t you at least believe him?”
“He’s on his last breath, and you still insult him like this?”
Daniel chuckled.