Chapter 3

Outside the operating room, Kenneth's wound had nearly healed after being bandaged.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. Lily, you're so good to me," Kenneth said.

He held Lilian's hand and smiled gently. "Lily, I've heard that a fetal heart can help strengthen the heart. You know I've always had palpitations."

"Go take that baby's heart, dry it, and get it ready for Kenneth's treatment," Lilian said with disgust. "He already had asthma. Dying was what he deserved."

Moments later, two tattooed men barged in and slammed into me with such force that I felt my limbs going numb. Despair washed over me as I watched them approach Wesley with knives.

Once inside the operating room, the same lackey said to Anna, "I really think that this child is Lilian's son. Should we ask her? He looks far too much like him."

Anna immediately snapped at him. "Are you stupid? Even if he were Lilian's child, he would still be nothing but an unwanted bastard. Didn't you see how frantic Lilian was over Mr. Taylor? If she truly loved Zachary, do you think that anyone in this territory would dare lay a hand on her child?"

As soon as she finished speaking, they forcibly cut open Wesley's chest and pulled out his heart, dripping with blood. They did all this simply because Lilian wanted to use Wesley's heart to strengthen Kenneth's.

My heart ached unbearably. I went mad and tried to stop them, but my body wouldn't move.

Wesley was still so young. He hadn't even had the chance to truly see the world, yet his mother, who once loved him most, had now ended his life with her own hands.

Just as all hope drained from me, Kenneth leaned in and whispered, "You brought this on yourself for keeping Lily all to yourself for so many years."

I glimpsed the taunting smirk on Kenneth's lips, and my heart jolted with shock. Did he know who I am?

He said, "You shouldn't have had a child with Lily first. Well, now the child is dead."

After saying that, he pulled Lilian into his arms. "Lily, don't leave just yet. That baby's eyes are staring at me. It's terrifying. We should just cremate him."

"Let's have him cremated. I don't want him frightening you," Lilian said.

Lilian smiled indulgently at Kenneth. "Kenneth, hand out the bonuses to the men during the second half of the wedding. I won't be going.

"Zachary is still at home alone, taking care of Wesley. Teravon is such a godforsaken place that it doesn't even have a decent surgeon. If Wesley were to have an acute episode later and end up in a local hospital, he would be treated by these amateur doctors. It would break my heart."

When we first came to Teravon, it was Lilian who couldn't bear to leave Wesley behind and insisted on keeping him close. Yet in the end, she was the one who ended his life with her own hands.

After Lilian finished speaking, she finally turned on her phone to check the message I had sent.

Someone stepped on Wesley again, pressing him helplessly to the ground.

"That baby is so disgusting. How could you still step on it? His head is flattened. You scared Kenneth," she said.

Lilian covered Kennenth's eyes while waiting for her phone to power on. When she saw the message, her expression turned ashen. She ignored Kenneth in his wedding suit and spun around to rush back.

With the last of my strength, I ripped off the token of love Lilian had once given me and hurled it at her.