She Used Our Son as Bait

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.