Cherished by My Taker After Rebirth

The chill of early autumn swept in through the window, biting at her skin and sending a shiver down her spine. In the sterile room, a frail woman stood motionless by a hospital bed. The small boy lying there was kept alive by a respirator. The room was heavy with the weight of despair. The personal doctor looked at Lily with pity. "Ms. Lily, keeping him like this is just prolonging his suffering." At those words, Lily trembled, her voice breaking as she whispered, "Is there no other way?" "The young master is suffering from complications after the organ transplant. The post-surgery care wasn't sufficient, and the infection spread far too quickly," the doctor explained with a sigh, careful not to disturb the sleeping child. "His body is like a balloon that's leaking air. The hole will gradually grow larger, and his breathing will become more and more difficult. Even adults like us would struggle to endure this kind of pain." After a pause, the doctor added with regret, "Our recommendation is… to let him go peacefully." Lily leaned over the bed, gently holding the boy's tiny hand in hers. She spoke softly to him, lost in her own world, while the doctor quietly left to give mother and son some privacy. "Lucas, Mommy has always known you're such a brave boy." "I still remember when you first spoke. Your first word was ‘Mommy.' You were so small, lying in my arms. You were my entire world." She smiled softly at the memory. "If you could get better…" "If you could get better, Mommy would do anything." Her quiet sobs turned into loud, heartbreaking cries. The beeping of the heart monitor suddenly rang out in a sharp, mournful sound. Outside, the medical staff, upon hearing the noise, bowed their heads deeply in respect. After all, the child on that bed had given his kidney to save another. Lily's sobs and the heart monitor's alarm sounded like the saddest dirge in the world. ***** Lily's face was pale, and she clutched a blue box tightly in her hands, the grief overwhelming her. If she had another chance, she would never have crossed paths with Alexander. The day she took Lucas to the amusement park, she saw Alexander and Isabella with their own child, laughing and playing together. Lucas, innocent as ever, didn't understand the significance of the scene. He repeatedly asked her, "Mom, is that Dad?" "Why is Daddy playing with other kids and not with me? Did I make him angry?" Lily couldn't find the words to explain the storm of emotions raging within her. From that point on, their lives spiraled downward. Alexander kept pressuring Lily to admit to framing Isabella for her miscarriage, and things escalated into him staying out all night, ignoring Lucas's calls. Then, Isabella's daughter developed kidney problems and needed an organ donor. Alexander, without hesitation, decided to use his own son's kidney. Lily, still at work, had no idea that the child she held so dear was already on the operating table for a transplant. By the time she arrived at the hospital, it was too late. She would never forget the look on the doctor's face, blood on his hands, as he delivered the devastating news: "I'm sorry, Miss Lily. Thanks to Lucas's selfless donation, the surgery wasn't without complications. Unfortunately, Lucas may die from an infection related to the surgery." "I speak on behalf of the hospital and the child who received the transplant—thank you for your generous donation." The sound of those words struck her like a bomb, the ringing in her ears drowning out everything else. "What did you say? The child's family wasn't even here! How could you perform this surgery without consulting me? Who gave you the right?!" The doctor, emotionless, simply replied, "Miss Lily, we followed the proper protocol. The child's father signed the consent form." Lily collapsed on the floor, her hands covering her face as she cried uncontrollably. Alexander had done this for Isabella's child, without even asking her permission! How could he give away their son's kidney to another child without telling her? She tried calling him again and again, but the cold, unyielding voicemail was all she received. To ensure Lucas was safely brought home, she couldn't even hug him goodbye. ***** Lily clutched the blue urn tightly, singing a lullaby that Lucas loved so much. Suddenly, Alexander walked in, his usual cold expression as he surveyed the room, his gaze landing on Lily, whose face was pale and lips colorless. "Where's Lucas?" he asked bluntly. Lily forced a smile. "How come you're back?" He looked at her with that same indifference. "I came to get something. Lily, prepare the materials. Let's go to City Hall for the divorce on Monday." Lily nodded without hesitation. "Alright." Seeing her so decisive, Alexander felt an inexplicable wave of irritation rise within him. He stormed upstairs to change clothes. When he came back, Lily was holding two wine glasses tightly in her hands. She forced a smile. "Come on, have a drink with me. Just pity me a little." At first, Alexander didn't want to indulge her, but then, thinking of their impending divorce, he gave in and took the glass from her, draining it in one go. Lily, satisfied, set the empty glass aside. A sudden dizziness overtook Alexander, making him stumble. "Lily, have you lost your mind?" he asked, his voice groggy. Lily didn't wait for a response. "You didn't even remember Lucas's birthday today, did you?" she said, her tone sharp. "You call yourself a father, and you didn't even care about your son's birthday. You didn't even care when he died." As the dizziness intensified, Alexander's mind began to cloud, and Lily's words became muffled in his ears. "You had no right to take Lucas's kidney!" she screamed, her eyes red with fury. With that, she seized his throat, pushing him hard onto the ground. He had no strength to resist, and his hands weakly clawed at her grip. "Lily… What are you doing!" he gasped. But her hands only tightened. "You're afraid of suffocating? Well, Lucas suffered much worse when he died. You owe us everything, and I'll make you pay, every single cent!" And with that, Alexander passed out. Later that night, a fire broke out in the western part of the city. Flames spread wildly, engulfing the entire villa. The autumn wind howled, and the fire devoured everything in its path, leaving nothing but ashes and silence. ***** Lily’s chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her lungs burning as though the scorching flames were still devouring her. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in her room—the room she had lived in before her marriage.