"Mr. Nelson, the child could have been saved. Why did you order us to stop resuscitation?" The doctor's voice was thick with disbelief. "That was your own son—he was only three!"
Willy's reply was cold, devoid of sorrow. "I never wanted him to live. His birth was a mistake. How dare he ask me for a birthday present? Was he already eyeing the company's inheritance?"
My blood ran cold.
"Sophia and I have a son who's about to turn eighteen. I promised her I'd give him the company as a coming-of-age gift. I won’t let anyone take that away from him."
My mind reeled. The love I thought we shared, the marriage I believed in—it had all been a lie. I had been living in a carefully constructed hell.
Fine. If that was what he wanted, I would grant him his wish.
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The doctor sighed as he examined my wounds. "Madam was gravely injured, but her uterus is intact. She may still have the chance to bear children in the future."
Willy's voice turned sharp. "Who gave you permission to preserve it? Remove it completely. I want her to never conceive again."