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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

I no longer cared about watching them tear each other apart.


For me, only bringing all those responsible for my daughter's death to justice could quench the hatred in my heart.


With Delia by my side, I left the scene.


As soon as we were out of there, I couldn't hold back my tears any longer.


"Sweetheart, it's all over now. I promise I'll make them pay," Delia said, holding me close with deep concern.


I still got the news from other colleagues later.


After I left, Zoran suddenly broke down and started screaming. Tallulah hugged him tightly, saying she was wrong, that it was just a one-time mistake. She'd had too much to drink and woke up next to another man.


But she truly never imagined that one mistake would lead to a pregnancy.


She'd always believed the baby was Zoran's. Tallulah said through tears that it was good Melvin died, that she wasn't Zoran's child. Tallulah didn't want her; she only wanted to have Zoran's babies.


Chapter 9