Part 2Ignorance Kills

"Liam Thorne, come back now! His manhood, our son's manhood is gone!"

"Reattachment has a window of six hours! If you don't come back and save him, his life will be ruined forever!"

At that moment, no other thought crossed my mind, only the desperate need to save my son.

On the other end of the line, Liam Thorne paused for several seconds. He knew I would never joke about our son.

"Alright, wait for me. I'll be there immediately—"

But then, Dr. Chloe Flynn's syrupy voice drifted through the phone.

"Senior colleague, do you not trust my medical skills?"

"I'm your personal protégé, the rose you personally cultivated. Don't you trust yourself, or don't you trust me?"

Though Chloe was Liam's intern, she was cross-trained in medicine, originally studying administration. She had never set foot in an operating room before.

Liam Thorne's voice instantly turned icy.

"Skye, don't think I don't know your sordid thoughts. We're merely conducting legitimate business."

"His manhood is severed? Why don't you just say he's dead? It was just a circumcision. To frame Chloe, you'd even curse your own son. You, you shrew, are beyond redemption."

"Oh, dear, my sister-in-law is just anxious. Senior colleague, look at this lace lingerie. Isn't it pretty? Buy some to appease your wife."

I broke down. Our son's life hung in the balance, yet my husband was shopping for lingerie with another woman. What kind of "legitimate business" required a visit to a lingerie store?

After the call ended, the nurse walked away with a look of disdain. Perhaps in her eyes, I was merely a jealous madwoman.

Due to a post-surgical infection, our son began to convulse with fever. I wanted to hold him, but I was afraid of hurting him, so I could only repeatedly try to cool him down with cold compresses.

Our son whimpered, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"Daddy, am I brave?"

At that moment, tears streamed down my face. He was the child I had conceived after three years of IVF. I had always been meticulous in raising him, sometimes overly so. But because of his gentle nature, Liam always found him disappointing.

This time, our son had only cooperated with the surgery because he wanted to be brave, just like Daddy said.

It was my fault, my baby. I'm so sorry.

Our son saw me crying and tried to wipe away my tears. As he shifted, he suddenly bled out. The bed sheets beneath him instantly became soaked in blood.

Seeing this, I panicked, losing a shoe as I ran. I furiously hammered on the room door, screaming for help again.

Fortunately, the nurse on duty returned.

Before I could even explain our son's condition, several burly men rushed out from behind her.

"This woman's insane. She's been causing a scene all night. Director Thorne said she has mental health issues. Just handle her."

After saying that, the men approached with leers, roughly lifted me, and strapped me to the hospital bed, spread-eagled.

Countless large hands took the opportunity to roam over my body. Even my inner thighs were bruised purple.

My wrists were raw with blood from the restraints. Unable to move, I struggled to signal the nurse with my head to look at my son.

"The child is bleeding heavily. If he doesn't get help soon, he'll die. Please, find a doctor."

They injected me with a sedative. I slammed my head against the metal bed frame, the stinging pain of tears mixing with blood the only thing keeping me somewhat conscious.

The nurse saw the bed sheet beneath our son, blackened and soaked with blood. Her knees buckled. She quickly called Liam Thorne.

"Director, maybe you should come back and take a look. This child really has bled a lot."

Liam Thorne sighed impatiently.

"Post-op bleeding is perfectly normal, isn't it? Are you even a medical professional? Can't handle this? Just quit."

"And if that woman keeps causing trouble, just throw her out."

After the call ended, I looked at the nurse with desperate hope, praying she would stop our son's bleeding.