My Son Died

chapter 2

I was furious and pounded on the door.

When they finally stopped, I saw Ace.

"Steven is in critical condition and needs the artificial heart you developed. Ace, please save our son," I pleaded, my expression full of desperation despite my revulsion.

Ace looked at me with disgust. "Hayley, stop joking. I dropped him off at school myself today. How could he have left the school on his own? Besides, a heart like that is worth millions. Do you think it's so easy to get one? And you think I'll believe your made-up story?"

Judy clung to Ace's waist, her expression pitiful. "Hayley, it's true that Steven wouldn't skip classes. How could he have gotten into an accident at school?"

I couldn't stand it any longer. "Didn't the doctor call you?"

Judy suddenly screamed as Ace picked up his phone. "Ah!"

Ace turned back to her in a hurry, looking concerned. "What's wrong, Judy?"

Judy looked sorrowful. "Ace, Hayley pushed me. My ankle is bleeding."

It was just a small scratch, with no blood at all.

I stood there in shock. I hadn't done anything.

Ace turned to leave, and in my desperation, I grabbed his hand. "Please, Ace, I'm not lying to you. Steven needs you. The doctor said he only has an hour left.'

His expression softened for a moment, but Judy's cries grew louder.

"Ace, it hurts so much, I can't walk."

"You've gone too far, Hayley!" Ace shouted, rushing Judy back into the bedroom. No matter what I said, all he responded with was "Get out!"

A while later, their cries of passion came from the room again.

"Ah, Ace... do you believe me or... her?"

"Oh, Judy, I love you. I don't believe those lies."

They spoke the most vulgar words, making love madly, without a care for my feelings.

Meanwhile, my son lay on a cold hospital bed, waiting for his beloved father to use the artificial heart he had developed to save him.

Disgust welled up inside me. I pounded on the door and cried, for the first time realizing how despicable Ace had become.

Just then, the doctor called again.

"I'm sorry..."

I hung up the phone and ignored these two despicable people, rushing frantically to the hospital.

By the third hour, the doctors had failed to save him.

There was no suitable heart donor, nor was there an artificial heart.

I returned to my son's bedside. He was already gone.

As the television praised Ace for the success of his artificial heart research, l realized I had lost my son forever.

I cried and laughed hysterically.

Steven's last words on the phone echoed painfully in my heart.

How ironic that my husband, who had successfully developed an artificial heart, was too stingy to save his own son with a spare one.

Even more ironic was that my son died silently while his father indulged in an affair.

I suddenly remembered how Ace always clung to his stepsister on our wedding day.

I held my son's lifeless body, soothing him to sleep as I always did.

Numbly, I convinced myself Steven was just sleeping.

Until the nurses took his body from me.

"Ma'am, I understand your pain, but you can't hold onto a corpse."

I screamed, "My son isn't dead. He's just... just sleeping."

In the end, I collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down my face.

I cried until I was exhausted and passed out on the ground.

On this day, I lost everything.

I arranged the funeral alone, without anyone knowing, just me and my son.

Besides the staff, there was no one else present.

I knelt in front of the grave, crying bitterly, my heart shattered into pieces.

Yesterday, my son had happily followed Ace out of the house. Little did I know it would be the last time I saw him.

The phone rang again. It was the police.

"Hello, Ms. Jennings, the investigation into the car accident has concluded. Your son had run out of school by himself ..."

My hoarse voice struggled to respond,"How could my son run out on his own!"

"Ms. Jennings, please stay calm. We're on our way to you now. You can take a look at the photos taken by witnesses."

I sat by my son's grave, not going anywhere.

They finally found me and showed me the surveillance footage and photos provided by the eyewitnesses.

My hands trembled as I took the photos from the police.

It was the horrific scene of my young son being struck by the car.

Steel rods had pierced his heart, not just one, but several!

My heart wrenched with unbearable pain.

In an instant, I noticed a photo.

It showed Judy and my husband Ace locked in a passionate kiss in the car, Ace's hand even reaching inside Judy's clothes.

The unnatural bulge hinted at something more intimate.

The police explained, "On the day of the accident, your son ran out because he saw the people in the car. According to eyewitnesses, they described it as a couple kissing and... having sex."

I laughed through my tears, clutching my phone tightly.

How could my obedient son have run away from school on his own?

It turned out he had seen Ace cheating with his stepsister and had gone after them, only to be struck by the car!

I cried by the grave for three days, and after days of not eating or drinking, I could no longer shed a single tear.

With my son gone, my heart had turned to ice.

Ace sent a message, "Judy's birthday is coming up. Come back with Steven to celebrate."

I stared at the message, my heart burning with anger.

If Ace hadn't cheated with Judy, my Steven wouldn't have been killed by that car!

Consumed by rage, I replied with a terse,"Okay."