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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

"Didn't you go to the traffic police to handle the aftermath of your daughter's car accident? Why are you in the hospital now?" I glanced at him and asked.


Zoran stumbled for a moment, then sheepishly said, "I received a call from Tallulah. She found out that you're Melvin's attending physician, so she wanted me to come over and help out."


"You're not worried about your own daughter's situation, but you're concerned about someone else's son. Could this person be your son?" I asked with a sneer.


"Darling, what nonsense are you talking about?" Zoran said with an unpleasant expression.


I suddenly turned my head, my eyes bloodshot, and stared at him, asking, "Zoran, then tell me, how did our daughter die?"


"And who signed this organ donation agreement?"


"Whose body is my daughter's heart in now?!"


My suppressed anger burst out all at once as I threw the organ donation agreement at him.


Chapter 6