Before Teagan and I got married, she had a serious kidney condition. I was the one who kept it from her and arranged the kidney transplant.

At that time, I loved and treasured her as if she were my own life. At times, I had thought that even if I only had one kidney left, I would willingly give it to her.

After we married, our love life had its high moments. She didn't want to become a stay-at-home wife, so I gave up my work to focus entirely on taking care of the household.

She would kiss me again and again, saying marrying me was the single best decision she had ever made. Yet, all of that shattered the moment Morgan, her first love, returned to the country.

She started staying out all night, sneering at me with cold sarcasm. She even drove Milo and me to Holt Manor and convinced me to get on that operating table.

Teagan's eyes widened in shock. She stumbled backward until she bumped into the table behind her. "That's impossible. How could he make up such lies just to avoid giving Morgan a kidney? And you—how long are you going to side with him?

"It's been days, and he hasn't replied to a single message! You think of him as your dad, but he doesn't care about you. He's given up on you, silly! Now, tell me—where is he?"

It felt as if my heart were being ripped apart. I wanted to tell Milo that I loved him, that I cared about him more than anything. If I were still alive, I would've done everything to get him out of here.

But here I was, dead and powerless.

Milo lay on the floor, staring at the white ceiling. A single tear ran down his cheek. "No. I know Dad loved me."

Teagan smashed the vials on the table, her fists clenched. "Fine! You forced my hand! Increase the dose! Keep going until he tells me everything!"

At her command, another vial of clear medicine was injected into Milo's veins. This time, he could no longer hold back the pain. He writhed helplessly in the glass chamber, completely stripped of dignity.

Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were cloudy. He seemed to see me, reaching into the air for me. "Dad, help me… I'm in so much pain… Save me…"

I held Milo, his fragile body trembling in my arms. I felt my eyes growing moist at last as a rage deeper than anything I had ever known churned inside me.

I stared at Teagan's retreating figure, streams of blood and tears running down my pale face.

Unable to get any information from Milo and failing to track me down through her people, she began having endless nightmares.

At times, she saw me lying on a cold operating table, lifeless. Other times, she saw me—with my hands covered in blood, tears streaming down my face—questioning her, "I died for you, Teagan! What else do you want from me?"

As a result, she grew restless and irritable, frowning almost all the time.

Morgan stayed by her side, gently smoothing the furrow between her brows. "Relax, Tea. Even if we can't find Adrian, having you by my side in my last days is more than enough."

Whether it was the insinuation of his death or some indescribable emotion, it struck a raw nerve deep within Teagan. Her gaze suddenly hardened, and she grabbed Morgan's hand as if she were facing a deadly threat.

"No, you're not gonna die just yet! I won't allow it!" she shouted, her voice trembling with deep fear and worry.

Morgan chuckled, gently brushing Teagan's nose. "Alright, alright. I'll try my best to stay alive. Happy?"

Still, seeing him put on that fake, relaxed expression didn't offer her an ounce of relief.

Instead, her thoughts drifted involuntarily to the recurring nightmares that had been haunting her, the scenes flashing through her mind like phantoms.

Though she was initially hesitant, she ultimately found the courage to probe. "Morgan, the doctor who performed the kidney transplant for you and Adrian—he's your friend, right? Did he mention anything about how many kidneys Adrian had?

"How was he after the surgery? I hired a caretaker to look after him, but they—"

Panic flashed across Morgan's face. He quickly interrupted her. "Why are you suddenly asking about this, Tea? You know, I was under anesthesia at the time, so I don't remember anything. If you want, I can call my friend and ask."

"Oh, it's okay…" Teagan replied, trying hard to suppress the worry gnawing at her.

Still, her thoughts drifted back to what Milo had said to her.

"He's dead… You made me lose Dad… He already gave his first kidney to you."

Teagan felt as if an invisible hand had gripped her heart, making it hard for her to breathe. She sprang to her feet, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and panic. "No, I have to ask Milo again. He said—"

Suddenly, a lab attendant burst in frantically. "Bad news, Ms. Holt. Milo's in danger!"

"What did you say?"

It was as if all the strength left her body at once. She stumbled, instinctively gripping the nearest table for support. "H-how could that happen? That medicine was only supposed to amplify the pain. How could he be in any danger?"

The attendant hesitated, his eyes flicking nervously toward Morgan. "Well…"

Teagan didn't notice it. Panicking, she bolted toward the door. "Take me to the hospital now!"

…

On the way to the hospital, Teagan's mind went blank. All she could see were flashes of Milo coughing up blood. She clenched her fists, her nails digging hard into her palms, but the pain barely registered.

When they finally arrived, she practically leaped from the car. She ran frantically toward the operating room, only to be stopped by a doctor.

"Are you Milo Shepherd's mother?" the doctor asked. "The examination report shows that he's severely malnourished. His body contains—"

"Malnourished?"

Teagan froze for a moment, then her face twisted with anger and accusation. "What has Adrian been doing? How could he let his own son get malnourished? He's nothing but a brute! Where's his father? I want to see him now!"

The doctor looked at her in confusion. "Ma'am, I think there must be some misunderstanding. When we were reviewing the patient's information, we noticed that his father is deceased."