His Family was Doomed The Day He Killed Our SonBOOK1-Chapter 1

Since Charles Orville’s perfect woman had a terrible morning sickness, he made a choice that my son's blood, as someone who was descended from a royal embalmer, was something evil and not good for her. He quickly ordered people to take blood from my five-year-old son. His own son.

Immediately, I knelt on the ground and begged him, "Our son is only five years old. A blood transfusion will kill him. If the wound gets infected, it will immediately kill that poor boy. If you want to punish someone, come to me. I will give you my life if you just let the child go."

Charles held Annette Grey in his arms and looked at me coldly.

He then said, "If you hadn't been working with corpses all year like your family, the blood in our son’s body would not be dirty. Besides, it's just a small operation. Once the evil spirit around him is gone, we can continue our lives happily."

"The Orville Family has already given you the position as Mrs. Orville. A crazy embalmer who deals with corpses like you should not expect too much."