My wife, Lilian Barton, loves me more than life itself. She has spent the past eight years working hard with me just so she can get pregnant with my child.

Our son, Wesley Carson, needs immediate medical attention because of an asthma attack. On my way to the hospital, I accidentally crash into the wedding procession of a mafia leader.

Wesley, who's barely a month old, is hurled to the ground, causing him to bleed everywhere.

But that's when I see Lilian, who has an arm wrapped around the groom in the car. She tells a subordinate, "What bad luck! Not only is my wedding being interrupted, but there's also blood being spilled on my wedding day! Just kill that little bastard already!"

Lilian outright ignores Wesley's cries of pain.

Before she leaves, I hear her murmur, "Cover his mouth. That baby's cries are so annoying."

"Was he attacked by terrorists? This place is so dangerous, but you still went out with a baby. Are you insane?" a member of the medical staff asked.

"He was probably beaten by Lilian's underworld gang. Notify the doctors immediately and prepare for emergency surgery!" another medic said.

My son, Wesley Carson, lay on the operating table. His body was mangled and covered in blood. His mouth had been sewn shut, and he was barely breathing.

The doctors could never have guessed that it was my wife, Lilian Barton, who had her people brutalize Wesley like this.

Until today, I had no idea that Lilian led an underworld gang in Teravon.

She ordered her men to beat Wesley mercilessly. While Wesley cried out in agony, she felt nothing but irritation at the noise and disgust at the sight of his blood.

"Blood on a wedding day is the worst omen. This perfect occasion has been ruined by this cursed little thing," she said.

She quickly had someone drag Wesley to the hills behind the venue, then turned to clutch another man's hand tightly. "Honey, don't worry. I'll take you to the chapel later to cleanse all this bad luck."

My heart felt like it was being torn apart. She acted as if what happened to Wesley was the greatest desecration of their wedding.

Wasn't Lilian the one who came to me every day to make Wesley's birth possible? If she had even glanced back once, she would have recognized him.

Lilian wanted Wesley to remain completely silent so that nothing would ruin their wedding.

I desperately tried to protect Wesley from Lilian's men as they beat him, but it only seemed to excite them more to torment a baby under a hundred days old. When I shouted that I was Lilian's husband, they cruelly sewed my mouth shut as well.

Back then, after Lilian married me, she clung to me every day, always telling me she loved me. We were together for eight full years. She longed for a child and sought me out every night.

When she finally became pregnant with Wesley, she even cried tears of joy. How could she be the one trying to kill Wesley now?

At that moment, Wesley lay on the cold operating table. The clatter of surgical instruments echoed around us, each sound cutting into my nerves.

If Wesley didn't survive, what would I do? Could there be any chance that Lilian would show up after seeing the message I sent her, saying Wesley had a sudden asthma attack and needed emergency care?

Just then, a familiar voice reached my ears. "Hurry! Please save my husband!"

I thought that Lilian had remembered me. I struggled to open my eyes and looked through the glass door of the operating room.

Instead, I saw Lilian cradling her new husband's wounded arm, panic written all over her face. Yet when the hospital staff tried to call her about Wesley, her phone never went through.

"Are you alright? I told you to let the men handle those things. This must hurt so much."

As Lilian spoke, her voice began to tremble. So, this was how deeply she cherished another man, enough to completely ignore her frail and sickly son. The reason I couldn't reach her was probably that she was afraid that I'd disrupt her wedding.

My entire body was bruised and battered from the beatings Lilian had ordered. I had held on until now only because Wesley's life was still in danger.

"Isn't there a doctor available to perform the surgery?" I asked.

Wesley lay in the operating room. The harsh surgical lights reflected off his bruised face, sending a chill through me. All I could do was watch him grimace in pain as his blood slowly drained away, while there was still no doctor available to operate.

"Are you still unable to reach his mother?" the doctor asked.

Without a signed consent form, the doctors didn't dare schedule a surgeon to operate on Wesley.

"There's no time to wait for paperwork. Have the surgeon begin the emergency surgery immediately," the doctor said.

My consciousness gradually faded, and the faces around me blurred. Shadowy figures flashed past me one after another, like demons from hell coming to claim Wesley's life.

Lilian's new husband heard the commotion and said in surprise, "It seems that the child who was hit today is also in this hospital."

"Why isn't he dead yet? I should have snapped his neck right there. He was so annoying," Lilian cursed viciously.

The hospital staff said that they couldn't reach Lilian. Yet the woman at the end of the hallway, cursing and wishing Wesley dead, was none other than my unreachable wife.

At that moment, the Lilian I had once loved seemed utterly despicable in my eyes.

Medical resources nearby were limited and underdeveloped, and this hospital was particularly remote. I could tell that the surgeon called in at the last minute lacked skill.

"The child is still breathing. Hurry, give me the scalpel!" the surgeon said.

Hearing that Wesley was still alive reignited my hope.

At that critical moment, Lilian's fierce voice rang out from outside the door. "You're all useless doctors! What do you mean by 'minor injury'? He's bleeding this badly. What if he gets tetanus? Get every doctor out here right now!"

Someone tried to object, saying, "No, we can't. The doctors inside are performing a rescue. They can't be interrupted."

My heart felt like it had been pierced by a blade. I only hoped that Lilian would allow Wesley to receive proper treatment. If nothing else, I hoped it would be for the eight years we had both longed for this child.

Just then, I heard a gunshot echo throughout the entire hospital.

Immediately after, Lilian roared, "Get every doctor out here right now!"

The next second, someone forced the operating room door open.

A lackey covered his mouth and whispered to Anna Spencer, the gang's second-in-command, "Anna, isn't this the baby from the photo in Lilian's wallet? Lilian has a son in Zorveth. Could this be him?"

Anna shot him a warning look and scolded him under her breath. "If he were Lilian's son, wouldn't she recognize him? We just need to follow her orders."

Through the glass door, I could just make out the blurred face of Lilian's new husband.

Then I remembered. He was Lilian's first love, Kenneth Taylor. People in our social circle used to say that she married me only to provoke him. Yet her obsessive affection after our marriage had made me believe that she truly loved me.

On the operating table beside me, Wesley flailed his hands in a desperate attempt, as if trying to reach for help. He wanted to live so badly, but his movements grew weaker with each passing second.

Over the past two months, he had cried in my arms countless times, clutching my finger with his tiny hand and sucking on it. He was so fragile and delicate. How could Lilian bear to have others hurt him like this?

In the end, when Lilian summoned the surgeon away, Wesley stopped struggling.

Outside the operating room, more than a dozen doctors surrounded Kenneth, who was dressed in his groom's suit. They focused on a wound on his hand that was less than four inches long. The one orchestrating all of this was Lilian.

Hearing that a baby still awaited rescue in the operating room, she sneered. "It's just a child. If he dies, so be it. His mother wasn't even there during the rescue. Even if he survives, he'll still be a motherless child. Hurry and ease my husband's pain."

As she spoke, her gaze returned to Kenneth's wound. She cradled his hand, blowing on it and even licking it. She was utterly overwhelmed with worry.

Lilian was right. She hadn't been there during the rescue, and even if Wesley survived, no one would care for him. When did she become capable of saying something so cruel about our child?

I looked at the newlyweds outside the operating room, their blissful love almost painful to witness. It was as if Wesley were nothing but a cursed burden. I even felt that if Wesley died, Lilian would be happier.

At the thought, a wave of despair washed over me.

Outside the operating room, Kenneth's wound had nearly healed after being bandaged.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. Lily, you're so good to me," Kenneth said.

He held Lilian's hand and smiled gently. "Lily, I've heard that a fetal heart can help strengthen the heart. You know I've always had palpitations."

"Go take that baby's heart, dry it, and get it ready for Kenneth's treatment," Lilian said with disgust. "He already had asthma. Dying was what he deserved."

Moments later, two tattooed men barged in and slammed into me with such force that I felt my limbs going numb. Despair washed over me as I watched them approach Wesley with knives.

Once inside the operating room, the same lackey said to Anna, "I really think that this child is Lilian's son. Should we ask her? He looks far too much like him."

Anna immediately snapped at him. "Are you stupid? Even if he were Lilian's child, he would still be nothing but an unwanted bastard. Didn't you see how frantic Lilian was over Mr. Taylor? If she truly loved Zachary, do you think that anyone in this territory would dare lay a hand on her child?"

As soon as she finished speaking, they forcibly cut open Wesley's chest and pulled out his heart, dripping with blood. They did all this simply because Lilian wanted to use Wesley's heart to strengthen Kenneth's.

My heart ached unbearably. I went mad and tried to stop them, but my body wouldn't move.

Wesley was still so young. He hadn't even had the chance to truly see the world, yet his mother, who once loved him most, had now ended his life with her own hands.

Just as all hope drained from me, Kenneth leaned in and whispered, "You brought this on yourself for keeping Lily all to yourself for so many years."

I glimpsed the taunting smirk on Kenneth's lips, and my heart jolted with shock. Did he know who I am?

He said, "You shouldn't have had a child with Lily first. Well, now the child is dead."

After saying that, he pulled Lilian into his arms. "Lily, don't leave just yet. That baby's eyes are staring at me. It's terrifying. We should just cremate him."

"Let's have him cremated. I don't want him frightening you," Lilian said.

Lilian smiled indulgently at Kenneth. "Kenneth, hand out the bonuses to the men during the second half of the wedding. I won't be going.

"Zachary is still at home alone, taking care of Wesley. Teravon is such a godforsaken place that it doesn't even have a decent surgeon. If Wesley were to have an acute episode later and end up in a local hospital, he would be treated by these amateur doctors. It would break my heart."

When we first came to Teravon, it was Lilian who couldn't bear to leave Wesley behind and insisted on keeping him close. Yet in the end, she was the one who ended his life with her own hands.

After Lilian finished speaking, she finally turned on her phone to check the message I had sent.

Someone stepped on Wesley again, pressing him helplessly to the ground.

"That baby is so disgusting. How could you still step on it? His head is flattened. You scared Kenneth," she said.

Lilian covered Kennenth's eyes while waiting for her phone to power on. When she saw the message, her expression turned ashen. She ignored Kenneth in his wedding suit and spun around to rush back.

With the last of my strength, I ripped off the token of love Lilian had once given me and hurled it at her.