The doctor gasped, horror evident in his tone. "Mr. Nelson, you're handing over the company to Sophia’s son in three days. Even if Madam were to have another child in the future, it wouldn’t change anything. She just lost her son—must you really go this far?"
Willy stroked my cheek gently, but his words were merciless. "Allowing her to give birth to that cursed child was already my greatest mistake. And that mistake had the audacity to ask me for a birthday present. He must have been after the inheritance."
"I swore to Sophia that no one would compete with our son for his rightful fortune. Even if she married another man back then, I vowed to eliminate every obstacle for her and our child."
A knock on the operating room door interrupted them. A chillingly familiar voice echoed in the sterile room.
"Mr. Nelson, thank you for forging the psychiatric evaluation that got me acquitted. I did my part—I got rid of the brat. Now, about my reward..."
Willy’s voice was dismissive. "I’ll have someone transfer five million dollars to your account. Take the money and leave the capital. Never show your face in front of Carol Shirley again."
The man chuckled. "Pleasure doing business."
Willy turned back to the doctor. "Hurry up and proceed with the surgery. I still have to take Sophia to pick out the gift I ordered for Benny. Oh, and be sure to use extra anesthesia—I don’t want Carol to feel any pain."
The footsteps faded into the distance. I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to cry. It was never a random attack. The man wasn’t mentally ill at all. He had been hired—by my own husband.
My little boy... my precious child... had been murdered. On his birthday. All because of a fabricated lie. And the one who orchestrated it all was his own father.
Agonizing pain tore through my body as the cold surgical instruments moved within me. My anesthesia immunity made every cut, every incision, a living nightmare. The agony finally overwhelmed me and I blacked out.
When I opened my eyes again, Willy was beside me. His gaze was filled with feigned sorrow, his tone dripping with affection.