Serena straightened her back, as if reclaiming some lost courage.“Yes,” she admitted, her voice steady, “I wronged you, I know that—but Noah is also my son. “I cannot stand by and watch him die. You can hit me, yell at me, I’ll take it—but the surgery must go on.”“Must go on?” I repeated the words, then laughed.The sound echoed through the silent hospital room, carrying a manic edge of mockery.Serena shivered, unsettled by my laughter. “What are you laughing at?”…“I’m laughing at your stupidity,” I said, stopping mid-laugh, my gaze icy. “Serena, since I dare stand here, do you think I would leave Ethan alone in the operating room?”Her pupils constricted sharply.“Ethan,” I raised my voice toward the doorway, “come in and say hi to Mom.”The hospital room door opened slowly.Ethan stood timidly at the entrance, wearing the little blue suit I had carefully dressed him in that morning.His eyes were red, evidence of recent tears.Behind him, the man my father had
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