Part 1Reborn, I Caught The Man Who Stole My Son

In my previous life, my newborn son was stolen on his second day in this world.

My wife lost her mind. She spent six months searching for him before finally jumping off our balcony.

I drank myself to death on the streets.

In this life, I trust absolutely no one.

When the head nurse said she needed to take the baby for a checkup, I stood up and blocked the crib.

"What checkup? Which department? Where is the requisition form? Did the attending physician sign off on this?"

She froze, stammering that it was just a routine hearing screening.

"If it is a routine screening, why is the head nurse coming to fetch him personally?"

"I do not trust anyone. Bring me the paperwork, and I will carry the baby to the examination room with you. Otherwise, this conversation is over."

She stood there, paralyzed.

* * *

The day my son was born, I held that tiny, wrinkled little thing, my hands shaking uncontrollably.

Evelyn lay on the hospital bed, her lips pale, smiling up at me.

"That new commercial tower in the South District. All twelve floors are going in this kid's name."

I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"And the profit shares from the land parcel we bought last year, those belong to you."

"Everything I earn is for you and our boy."

Evelyn chuckled weakly. "You need to calm down."

I told her I would not calm down. I was too damn happy.

The next day, my son vanished.

Evelyn went completely mad. She searched for half a year before throwing herself from our balcony.

I drank myself into an early grave in a dirty alleyway. Right before I died, all I could think about was the sound of my son's first cry.

This time around, all I wanted was for my wife and child to live.

For an entire day, I did not let a single person touch my son.

When the nurses came to take his temperature, I stood right next to them, watching their every move.

But when Fiona, the head nurse, pushed the door open with a warm smile and said she needed to take the baby for a newborn hearing screening, my shirt instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"Mr. Davis, it is time for the baby's hearing test. I will take him down to the examination room on the third floor and have him back in thirty minutes."

She was wearing a surgical mask, leaving only her gentle, crinkling eyes visible.

The junior nurse beside her nodded in agreement. "Nurse Fiona always handles the screenings personally. She is very experienced."

I stood up and planted myself directly in front of the crib.

"What screening? Do you have the procedural paperwork? Did the head doctor sign it? And what hospital policy dictates that the head nurse must carry the baby herself?"

Fiona looked taken aback.

"Mr. Davis, please do not be so tense. This is a standard procedure..."

"I asked if you have the paperwork." I cut her off.

I pulled my phone out of the nightstand drawer, opened the camera, and hit record.

"Please repeat yourself. Who sent you, what exact screening are you performing, which room are you taking him to, and what is the attending doctor's name? I am recording this entire process."

The eyes above Fiona's mask narrowed slightly, a flash of resentment crossing her face.

"You are overreacting, Mr. Davis. Newborn screenings are scheduled hospital wide. This maternity ward has been operating for over a decade, and we have never had a single incident."

"I do not care about anyone else's incidents." I scooped up the swaddled bundle. My son was sleeping soundly, his little face scrunched up. "I only care about my son. Go get the paperwork, and I will carry him to the examination room myself."

Fiona's smile stiffened for a fraction of a second.

"Mr. Davis, do you not trust me?"

"It is not about trusting you." I stared dead into her eyes. "I do not trust anybody."

The room fell dead silent for several seconds.

Fiona took a step back and forced a polite smile. "Please wait a moment then. I will go print the forms."

She turned and walked out.

The moment the door clicked shut, I looked down at the boy in my arms, then over at my wife sleeping in the hospital bed.

I still remembered the way Evelyn had cried until her eyes bled in my past life.

In this life, nobody was going to touch a single hair on my son's head.