My son was a star student, accepted into a top university, but my husband dragged him to the hospital for a vasectomy. Just because our son defended me and kicked my husband’s first love, Serena. To get revenge for Serena, my husband ordered his bodyguards to forcibly take our son to the hospital. When I found out, I knelt on the ground, desperately pleading with him. “Damian, what are you doing?! Luke is your own son! What did he do wrong?” “Take it out on me, please, just don’t hurt him!” His eyes were cold as ice as he kicked me away. “It’s because you didn’t raise him right. He damaged Serena’s uterus. I’m just having him sterilized for a while as punishment. That’s fair!” I searched frantically, finally finding the hospital where my son was, only to see him leap from a high floor… And on the phone, I heard only Serena’s mocking voice: “Damian, my injuries are fine now. If Chloe knew you secretly divorced her for me, she’d really make a scene.” My mind went blank. When I finally came to, I dialed a number I hadn’t touched in years. “Please, come save my son! If you save him, I’ll agree to anything!”
The moment I rushed to the hospital entrance, I heard gasps erupt from the crowd. I looked up sharply, and a dark shadow plunged straight down from the high-rise! A dull thud echoed, heavily striking my heart. Time seemed to stand still. I saw him. It was my son, Luke. He was still wearing the red T-shirt I’d bought for him. Now, that red was soaked with blood, making it even more jarring. My legs gave out, and I practically crawled to his side. “Luke! Luke! Look at Mom!” My hands trembled, but I didn’t dare touch him, terrified he’d shatter like a porcelain doll. He struggled to open his eyes, his fractured gaze focusing on my face. Bloody foam spilled from his mouth. With his last ounce of strength, he clutched the hem of my shirt. “Mom… it’s… it’s not… sterilization…” His voice was barely a whisper, each word a knife slicing through my heart. “They… they gave me… gender reassignment surgery…” “I… I can’t live like this.” *Boom!* My mind went blank instantly, and the world spun around me! Before I could even process this cruel truth, a group of strangers in black suits rushed over. They were expressionless, their movements swift and precise. They roughly dragged my dying son and me away. “Who are you?! Let go of my son! Help!” My screams and struggles were so futile against them. A black bag was violently pulled over my head, and I was shoved into a car. I don’t know how long passed, but the car finally stopped. Luke and I were brutally thrown onto the cold concrete ground. The hood was ripped off, and the suffocating smell of mildew and dust filled my nostrils. It was an abandoned warehouse. The single metal door clanged shut, locked from the outside. *It’s over.* They were going to trap us here to die. I fumbled around. Thank goodness, my phone was still in my pocket! This was our only hope! Trembling, I dialed Damian’s number. “Damian! Save Luke! We’ve been kidnapped, he’s dying!” On the other end of the line, Damian’s voice was filled with contempt and impatience. “Chloe, what new trick are you pulling now? It’s just a small procedure, why are you making such a fuss?” “It’s true! He jumped from the building! He’s bleeding so much! We’re in a warehouse in the suburbs, please…” Before I could finish, Serena’s delicate cries came through the phone. “Damian… is Chloe mad at me again? It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have let you get revenge for me…” “It’s my bad, go comfort her quickly, don’t let her fight with you because of me again…” Damian’s voice instantly turned cold, full of disgust. “Enough! Chloe, stop trying to gain sympathy with these tactics, it’s sickening!” *Beep… beep… beep…* The call was ruthlessly cut off. I clutched my phone, my blood feeling like it had instantly frozen. My last sliver of hope, extinguished by his own hand. A tidal wave of hatred surged from deep within me, threatening to consume me whole. At the edge of despair, I looked at my son, whose breathing was growing weaker in my arms. My finger slid across the screen, stopping on a number I hadn’t touched in years. My eyes turned cold and resolute as I dialed that number. “Please, come save my son! If you save him, I’ll agree to anything!”
Soon after I hung up, dozens of top-of-the-line ambulances, loaded with advanced equipment, swarmed into the abandoned warehouse. Medics in sterile gowns rushed to my son’s side, their movements swift and professional. I saw a glimmer of hope and immediately grabbed one of the doctors by his white coat, crying incoherently, “Save him! Please, save my son!” But the doctor just shook his head gravely, his cold gaze falling on me. “Hope is slim. His injuries are too severe – ruptured internal organs, massive blood loss. He’s missed the optimal rescue window.” His voice was devoid of emotion, like he was pronouncing a death sentence. “Ma’am, you should notify your husband. Prepare for the worst.” Husband… Damian… Those words stabbed me like poisoned darts, leaving me bleeding internally. Tears of regret blurred my vision. I remembered years ago, how I was forced to marry Damian to pay off my father’s massive company debts. Back then, we seemed affectionate in public, but behind closed doors, we were just polite strangers. Only with the birth of our son did a flicker of warmth enter our cold, business arrangement. Damian held the tiny infant, a rare, genuine smile gracing his face, and our relationship slowly warmed. I naively thought things would continue to be good. But then, his first love, Serena, returned to the country, and everything changed. Damian’s tenderness and patience vanished overnight, given entirely to another woman. I had thought about divorce, about leaving this suffocating home with my son. But my selfish father had pointed a finger at me, roaring, “Chloe! If you dare divorce, I’ll jump off this building! Our whole family will be ruined because of you!” I retreated. For my family, I silently accepted Serena’s presence. I thought my forbearance would buy me peace, but she only grew more brazen. One day, she even tried to push me down the stairs. It was my son who fiercely protected me. And it was because of that intervention that my poor son suffered this terrible calamity! The red light of the emergency room went out. My son’s heartbeat stopped. Like a puppet drained of its soul, I numbly pulled out my phone. Clinging to a final shred of hope, I dialed Damian’s number. The phone was noisy on his end, party music blaring. My voice trembled uncontrollably: “Damian, our son… he’s gone. Can you come back, just to see him one last time?” “Chloe, what game are you playing now?” His voice was utterly cold, laced with impatience. “To get me to come back, you’d even lie about something like this? How pathetic are you?” I pleaded humbly: “I’m not lying, Damian, please, just a glance, a final glance!” “Ha, if I believe a single word you say today, I’m an idiot!” “Serena’s birthday party just started. I don’t have time to play along with your drama. Don’t call me again!” “If you dare disturb us again, your father’s company can expect to go bankrupt!” *Beep… beep… beep…* The call was mercilessly disconnected. I clutched my phone, the world instantly quiet, leaving only an endless roaring in my ears.
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