Chapter 3

I finally stepped into the operating room, and when I saw that small, cold body lying motionless on the table, my heart twisted in agony.

He was my son. I could barely breathe—this was supposed to be Lucas.

My hands trembled as I lifted the sheet, and the face underneath was half-destroyed. It wasn't Lucas's face.

Ethan let out a breath, his expression turning cold. "You've seen it. Are you happy now?

"This can't be Lucas.

"Get out. Stop wasting my time. I need to start the surgery."

I shoved his hand away and carefully lifted the boy's shirt. On…