My son had chronic kidney failure, and my wife Eliza Carter cried and asked me to give him a kidney.

After the successful surgery, I saw my wife snuggle in the arms of another man.

"Our son is saved."

It turned out that my son and I had no blood relationship.

Eliza also planned to cheat another 100,000 from me and took our son and the man on a sweet family trip.

What she didn't know was that I was dying.

My other kidney was given to her seven years ago.

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In front of the operating room, the doctor issued a critical notice for my son.

"If he doesn't get a new kidney, he won't make it through tomorrow."

Eliza cried into tears.

I supported her and she said, "Perry, Ethan can't hold on anymore. Please, save him."

Ethan Scott was my son. How could I bear to watch him die?

But I already...

Eliza's crying hit me hard. I made up my mind to give my kidney to my son.

"Eliza, our son will be fine."

I held my wife's hand and didn't see the triumphant smile on her face as she leaned against me.

The surgery was very successful, with no rejection.

Three days after the surgery, I forced myself to get out of bed to visit my son in another ward.

But I saw Eliza leaning against a strange man's arms.

"He is soft-hearted. As long as I beg him, he will promise me anything."

"And in his heart, Ethan is his son. He will definitely save him."

The man's hand stroked over Eliza's face, making Eliza giggle coquettishly.

"You are amazing, my baby. He would never have expected that the son he risked his life to save is mine."

Eliza kissed the man's face.

"You are amazing. You hit it once."

"Let's have another child. Anyway, we can still use his money to raise the child."

Upon hearing this, the man immediately pounced on Eliza on the bed, anxiously trying to lift her clothes.

"I'll fulfill you if you want."

I left disoriented.

The pain in my body was becoming more and more obvious, but it couldn't compare to the pain in my heart.

I gave my life to my wife and son, but in the end, I was all a joke.

Eliza was still thinking of conceiving another one and using my money to raise a son for the adulterer.

However, it was impossible.

She didn't know that I was dying.

My two kidneys, one was donated to my wife who was seriously injured after the earthquake seven years ago, and the other was donated to my son who had kidney failure three days ago.

I gave them a brand new life. How could they pay me back?

Eliza often went to her son's ward, saying that her son was still young and needed the most care, and that I could take care of myself.

She didn't know that I had secretly stood outside the door several times to watch the three of them having a good time.

My son, who had always been bored with me, would only smile at his real father, that must be the connection of blood.

No wonder my son never liked me. He had always known that I was not his father.

Laugh. Your good days are numbered.

After a month in the hospital, we were discharged and went home.

Eliza made a sumptuous meal for us.

"I want that chicken leg."

My son pointed at the big chicken leg in front of me and ordered me to pick it up for him.

If it were normal, I would definitely indulge him and do as he said.

I picked up the chicken leg and put it in my own bowl.

"The chicken leg smells so good."

I took a bite, and it was tender and juicy.

"That's my chicken leg!"

My son was so angry that he slapped his fork directly on the table.

I didn't indulge my son and continued to eat the chicken leg in front of him.

My son was enraged and aggressively came over and grabbed the chicken bone, threw the half-eaten chicken leg on the ground, and stomped on it fiercely.

"No eating, no eating!"

"If I can't eat it, neither can you!"

I was shocked by my son's rage