Meanwhile, Adam, my son… he was born with a congenital heart defect. To this day, he lives in constant pain. He can’t even run like normal kids without risking collapse.
I dragged my weak, post-op body to confront Seraphina.
At that, she knelt before me, eyes red, sobbing as she begged for forgiveness.
“I’m sorry, Lyra. I mixed up the ultrasound files. The scan I saw—it wasn’t yours. It belonged to another patient. I was worried… I didn’t double-check… I just thought we had to act fast…”
I thought Alric would be furious too. That he’d be on my side. Yet, he just lit a cigarette and smoked it in silence.
When he finally spoke, he said, “What’s done is done. We’ve already lost one child. If this turns into a scandal, Fina will lose her job. She worked so hard to become head of obstetrics—I can’t let her career go up in flames.”
My chest felt like it had been punched straight through. When I caught the faint smirk playing on Seraphina’s lips—the triumphant one—I finally snapped.
I lunged at her.
But my body, still fragile from giving birth, was no match for hers. She was toned from years of disciplined training.