Chapter 3

• Victor finally finished his performance.
• Escorted by bodyguards, he walked through the crowd towards me.
• The flashing lights around us intensified.
• He spoke contemptuously in a voice only we could hear.
• "See that?"
• "That's the difference between you and me."
• His eyes were full of pity, as if looking at a pitiful ant.
• "Even if you're Lady Hudson, you can only live in the gutter."
• He adjusted his tie, regaining his superior demeanor.
• "Now, go to the ICU."
• His tone was cold and devoid of any emotion.
• "Say your final goodbye to your father."
• "Don't delay the heart retrieval."
• The word "heart" he said it very clearly.
• It tore at my heart like a blunt knife.
• I didn't say anything.
• I turned and walked towards the corridor leading to the ICU.
• My back was captured by countless cameras.
• On the live broadcast, I appeared particularly lonely, pathetic, and pitiful...
• Everyone wanted to see my final reaction.
• They wanted to see me cry, to see me kneel and repent.
• The live camera closely followed me.
• Victor did not follow.
• He was going to wait outside the operating room for his lover to be reborn.
• He was going to enjoy the fruits of his victory.
• At the end of the corridor, the door to the ICU stood quietly.
• I pushed open the door and walked in.
• It was quiet inside.
• Only the monotonous beeping of the monitoring equipment.
• That sound was the most beautiful sound I had heard in the past seven days.
• It proved that my child was still alive.
• Even if it was only through a tube.
• I walked to the bedside.
• The small body on the bed was covered with various tubes.
• The once lively face that I had kissed countless times was now lifeless.
• I didn't cry.
• My tears had dried up the moment Lucas was rushed into the emergency room.
• All that was left was pain and sorrow.
• I bent down.
• Gently, I pressed a kiss on Lucas's cold forehead.
• Just like I used to do every time he fell asleep.
• My lips touched his skin.
• Cold, stiff.
• No trace of human warmth.
• He was gone.
• "Baby boy."
• I whispered softly,
• "Mommy will take you home."
• "We don't need daddy anymore."
• "He doesn't want us."
• "And we don't want him."
• The live camera captured this scene completely.
• It was transmitted through wireless signals to the big screen outside the hospital.
• It was also sent to Victor's phone.
• He was chatting and laughing with Sherry's parents, waiting for good news.
• Seeing me on the screen, he furrowed his brow.
• His smile froze on his face.
• "Baby boy?"
• He muttered to himself in confusion.
• "Who is she calling baby boy? Is she crazy?"
• The comments in the live stream were also full of confusion.
• "Is she overstimulated and mentally unstable?"
• "Calling her dad baby boy? This is too weird!"
• "Pull her away quickly! Don't delay the surgery!"
• Under the shocked gaze of the audience and Victor in the live stream.
• I stood up straight.
• My eyes fell on the transparent tube above Lucas's chest, connected to the ventilator.
• This was proof of his lifelessness.
• And the switch for my revenge plan.
• I reached out my hand.
• My fingers trembled slightly from the force.
• Then, resolutely, I unplugged the ventilator's power cord!
• The whole world fell silent.
• The next second, a piercing alarm sounded throughout the entire floor.
• The green wave line representing the heartbeat on the monitor jumped violently for a few moments.
• Then, it turned into a straight line.
• Bright red words flashed on the screen.
• Heartbeat: 0.
• Breathing: 0.
• Everything was over.
• And everything had just begun.