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As the youngest cardiac surgery specialist at the hospital, I was urgently called back from maternity leave.
I was to perform a heart transplant for a big shot's illegitimate son, just over two years old.
When I saw the tiny donated heart, I suddenly felt inexplicably dazed, experiencing an inexplicable palpitation.
Still, relying on my strong professional skills, I successfully completed the surgery.
I unexpectedly overheard my husband chatting with his friend inside.
I stood there, dumbfounded.
That tiny heart from earlier... was it really my daughter's, my baby girl's?

Who are your biological children

Watching this pair of shameless lovers, so intimate and affectionate right in front of me, the legitimate wife, filled me with rage.


I wanted nothing more than to take a knife and slice them into a thousand pieces.


Zoran, your illegitimate son is just a child.


My baby girl had barely been in this world for a few months before her own father ripped out her heart. How innocent she was!


As baby girl's mother, I wish nothing but death upon Zoran, that murderer.


Likewise, I wish death upon Zoran's illegitimate son.


But as a doctor, I know I can't do that.


I couldn't bring myself to acknowledge them at all. With tears streaming down my face, I turned and entered the ICU, forcing myself to approach the patient's bedside despite my overwhelming grief.


"How is the patient doing now?" I asked, my voice hoarse.


Chapter 7