The Bomb Expert Who Let Love Cut the Wrong Wire

But at that moment, Nolan appeared at the emergency hall entrance out of nowhere. Behind him followed Summer, who only had a minor scrape on her knee.

When he saw me and the motionless child in my arms, he said coldly, "There's a first-come, first-served rule for treatment. Don't you know that?

"You have no shame. If Finn were still alive and saw what kind of mother you are, he'd be ashamed of you."

He still thought the child I was holding was my supposedly dead son.

A doctor was about to rush out of the emergency room, but Summer blocked his path. "Doctor! Treat me first! My leg hurts so badly!"

The doctor glanced at her minor scrape, his anger rising. "That scratch will heal on its own if you wait a bit! Let me check on that child first! He looks seriously injured!"

But Summer and Nolan blocked the emergency room entrance like a wall. They wouldn't let me in, and they wouldn't let the doctor out. They insisted that the doctor treat Summer's wound first.

"This is your son Wyatt!" I couldn't hold back anymore and screamed at Summer.

"How can you just stand there and watch him suffer like this without getting treatment!"

Summer's eyes immediately reddened, and tears came on command. She cried to Nolan, "Look at her, Nolan! Ever since Brielle's son died, she's gone crazy. She keeps cursing my son! That child she's holding is clearly wearing her son's clothes!"

Nolan immediately berated me. "Brielle! I never thought you were this kind of malicious woman! Just because your own son died, you can't stand to see others doing well!

"Summer is so kindhearted. If she saw your son injured, she'd be the first to rush to save him! But you? You're here cursing her! What's your game?"

I cried and tried to explain, attempting to make them look at the child's face. "No! This really is Wyatt!"

Nolan was furious. He snatched the barely breathing child from my arms. Like discarding a piece of trash, he threw him onto the cold floor beside us.

I watched helplessly as Wyatt's broken body took another violent impact. The last faint rise and fall of his chest stopped completely.

Despair washed over me, and I suddenly understood. The root of all this was their mistaken belief that the child strapped to the bomb was my son.

Their real goal had been to let Finn die.

I had done everything I could for Wyatt. At this point, my conscience was clear.

I looked at Nolan calmly and said, "Let's get a divorce."

He laughed dismissively. "What nonsense are you spouting now! Hurry up and go home to reflect on yourself!"

I laughed bitterly. Since they didn't even cherish their own flesh and blood, what was I still doing here?

I turned to leave, saying over my shoulder, "My lawyer will send you the divorce papers."

"Brielle! Stop right there!" Summer called out to me.

She turned on her phone's live stream and spoke to the camera in an exaggerated, tearful voice. "Everyone! There was a preschool explosion in our city today, and we're all devastated. But this mother actually abandoned her son, who died in the explosion, and just left him here at the hospital!

"I don't know what kind of mother this woman is, to be so heartless and let her own child be thrown in a cold hospital corridor like trash!"

As she spoke, she gave a long, close-up shot of Wyatt's small, lifeless body on the floor. Then she put on an act of compassion and ran dramatically to the emergency room. She grabbed the doctor she had just blocked and tearfully begged him to save that young life.

Although the doctor was furious at her contradictory behavior, his professional duty compelled him to rush to Wyatt's side and crouch down to examine him carefully. Then he shook his head grimly.

"There's no saving him. If it had been earlier…"

Before he could finish, Nolan stepped forward, grasped his hand, and said loudly, "Thank you, doctor."

Then, without another word, he ushered the doctor back into the emergency room.