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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

This situation was beyond the reach of medical science to resolve.


Even if an artificial heart transplant were considered, time was no longer on our side.


After announcing the patient's failed resuscitation, Tallulah rushed at me like a madwoman, striking me viciously across the face.


"Seraphina, did you deliberately kill my son?"


She rasped, "This is your twisted revenge. You'll pay for my son's life with your own." Tallulah continued to lunge at me, shrieking, but was restrained by nearby medical staff.


At that moment, Zoran suddenly appeared before me, his eyes blazing red.


Another stinging slap landed on my cheek.


"Seraphina, if you have a score to settle, come at me. I'll bear any punishment, but how could you bring yourself to harm an innocent child?"


"Zoran, is that really who you think I am?" I asked with a cold smirk.


Chapter 8