I ran two red lights, and burst into the ER while holding Lucas in my arms.

“Doctor! Please save my baby!”

The nurses and doctors immediately came to help. The red light outside the operating room came on. I took a deep breath in, forcing myself to calm down.

The most important thing right now was to save Lucas. After that, I would look for evidence to prove Susan and her family had been lying all along.

The strongest evidence would be a paternity test!

I took several strands of Lucas's hair off my shirt, then turned around to go to the hospital’s DNA testing center.

When I reached the stairs, a familiar figure suddenly stepped in my way.

“Eason, where do you think you’re going?” Amy stood there, looking at me scarily. Two bodyguards from the confinement center followed her behind.

Amy spoke coldly, “Susan is bleeding heavily at the center after giving birth. She’s in danger so you must come with me!”

I came to my senses. This must be one of their tricks! I stepped back.

Amy looked at me sharply and saw the hair in my hand. “What are you holding in your hand? Are you up to something? Please hurry up and come back with me!”

I shouted, “Amy, you have watched over me growing up. Why are you helping them instead?

Amy looked away for a bit and said sternly, “If you don’t come with me, don’t blame me for getting rough!”

Once she finished talking, she signaled the bodyguards behind her. Two of them immediately came forth and grabbed me by my arms.

I fought back but their strength outweighed me. I could not budge at all.

I was forcefully taken back to the confinement center.

When I pushed open the VIP suite door, I saw Susan lying on the bed, with tears in her eyes.

Ms. Thompson and several nurses by her bedside looked worried.

Seeing that I was being pushed in, the manager blamed me. “Mr. Smith, you’re finally back. What you did at the hospital today was unacceptable! Susan has just given birth, so her body is weak. After you provoked her, she suddenly experienced massive bleeding. They almost had to remove her uterus…”

I looked at Susan sarcastically. “If it were that serious, how can you still be here at the center? There’s nothing here that can save you.”

I walked toward the cradle and looked at the unfamiliar baby’s face. “That's not my son!” I switched on my phone, and opened my photo album. I looked for Lucas’s video and photo when he was born so I could compare them to this baby.

I noticed everything was gone! But a few hours ago, I still showed them to the police!

I panicked.

Suddenly, my phone rang. It was a call from the hospital. I answered, “Doctor, how is my son doing?”

The doctor replied, “Mr. Smith, your son has a serious infection and breathing difficulty. He needs a blood infusion now. But his blood type is RH negative, and we don’t have enough blood in our blood bank. Are you or your wife RH-negative? We hope you can come to the hospital and donate right away.”

RH negative! That was not my blood type, but Susan's!

I looked at Susan and begged her. “Lucas needs a blood infusion. Please go to the hospital and save him!”

She stared at me mockingly. “That baby has nothing to do with me. Why must I save him?”

I grabbed hold of her hand and asked her, “He’s the child you’ve been carrying for nine months. You suffered so much when you were pregnant with him. How can you be so heartless now?”

Susan jerked her hand out of mine and let out a cold laugh.

“My son is doing just fine in his cradle. The one in the hospital isn't mine!”

“I’ll not go to save him. Just give it up!”

Ms. Thompson immediately opened her phone and started livestream, pointing the camera at me.

#The President Mr. Smith Forces His Postpartum Wife to Donate Blood for an Abandoned Baby# The headline immediately drew the attention of many audiences.

Susan was weak and lay against the bed frame. She cried in front of the camera, wailing, “Eason, I almost died from hemorrhaging. I nearly lost my uterus. Why are you forcing me to save a child who’s not related to me?”

While she was crying, she lifted up her pajamas, showing her C-section scar on her lower abdomen.

The screen was suddenly filled with many negative comments. [Is this guy cold-hearted? His wife just gave birth and now she’s forced to donate blood!]

[Look at him freaking out! The baby is definitely his child with some other woman!]

[The Smith family is heartless. Does the life of a mother not matter?]

There was an incoming call from the secretary. “Sir! It’s no good! The company’s website has been hacked. The main page is covered with the tagline, ‘Eason Smith, the Jerk’!

“Three main partners have sent over their termination letters. The stock price plunged 30% in just half a day!”

I didn’t get the chance to respond. The doctor then sent me an urgent message. “Mr. Smith! The baby's oxygen level has dropped to thirty-five, and he is struggling to breathe. You guys must come for a blood donation now! If not, nothing can save him!”

I turned around and looked at Susan. I begged her, saying, “Susan, Lucas is dying! He’s also your flesh and blood! I beg you, please. Can you go and rescue him?”

Susan immediately laughed, showing a cold and evil smile. “Why don’t you beg me? That would be nice.”

She pointed her finger at Ms. Thompson’s phone camera. “You must admit to everyone that the baby is a child of yours with another woman, so it has nothing to do with me and the Smith family.”

She paused, her gaze turning even colder.

“Write a statement saying you will send the baby to an orphanage. You will never acknowledge him for the rest of your life. You're not even allowed to mention his name.

“If you say and write it, I will go and save him now."

“You’re really crazy!” I trembled in fury. “But he is really your son!” When Susan saw that I didn’t agree immediately, she suddenly rushed over.

She swung her fist straight at my face. “What are you waiting for? Tell me quickly! If you are a tad slow, I’ll cripple you!”

Susan’s relatives were closing in on me. They pushed me to be in front of the camera.

Susan stretched her hand to pass me a piece of paper and a pen. “I’ve already written the statement for you. You just need to sign your name.”

I stared at the paper. It said, “The baby has nothing to do with me so I voluntarily sent him to an orphanage for adoption.”

Someone even snatched the pen and jammed it into my hand, urging me, “Stop acting tough! If you don’t sign, you won’t even get to see your son’s corpse!”

Someone pinned my hand down, forcing me to sign. “You’re signing today whether you like it or not!”

Someone kicked my knee hard and cursed in my ear impatiently, “If you keep dragging this out, that baby won’t survive!”

At this moment, my phone rang again.

I hastily picked up the call. The doctor made a final announcement. “Mr. Smith! The baby is almost out of breath. We’re performing CPR… If you truly care about him, come over quickly to save him!”

Hearing that, Susan’s smile deepened. “Eason, there’s no time left. Are you signing or not?”

My hands trembled as I reached for the pen.

Bang! The door was slammed open.

My grandfather’s butler, Sam, burst in with four bodyguards dressed in black.

Sam shouted, “It’s wrong! Everything is wrong!”