Nolan's hand cracked across my face with a resounding slap, shouting, "Apologize to Summer!"

I clutched my burning cheek and said urgently, "This isn't the time for apologies! Go check on him! Every minute counts!"

When neither of them moved, I steeled myself and decided to go up myself. No matter what, that was an innocent life. I couldn't just stand by and watch him die.

Summer's eyes immediately welled with tears. She collapsed into Nolan's arms with practiced fragility.

"Nolan, I think Brielle's grief has driven her mad. This is all my fault. The rescue failed because of me…"

Nolan looked like his heart was breaking. He strode forward in two quick steps and grabbed my arm like I was a rag doll. He shoved me to the ground and forced my head down, trying to make me kneel and apologize to Summer.

I kept my head raised, glaring at him as I bit out each word. "I haven't done anything wrong! Why should I apologize? The one who got blown up was Wyatt!

"Mom just took Finn home!"

My words sent Nolan into a fury. He thought I was attacking his precious Summer with vicious lies. He grabbed the back of my head and slammed my forehead into the ground three times.

Sharp gravel tore through my skin. Warm blood streamed down from my forehead and into my eyes. The world turned red.

"Are you sorry yet?" he shouted at me.

I said nothing. Left with no other choice, he released me with a furious shove. Then he left, cradling his precious Summer.

As Summer passed by me, she crouched down slowly and whispered in my ear, "How does it feel to lose your son?

"Let me tell you something. Nolan was mine before, and he'll be mine again. You're just a temporary replacement. You were never worthy of having his child."

I stared at her jealousy-twisted face and felt nothing but sorrow. I used the last of my strength to remind her one more time.

"The one strapped to the bomb really was Wyatt. If you go now, there might still be a chance to save him."

"You're lying!" she screeched.

My words seemed to strike a nerve. She flew into a rage and kicked me hard in the chest. Then she turned and followed Nolan without looking back.

I hesitated for a moment, but reason won out over anger. I struggled to my feet and rushed into the unfinished building that was still billowing black smoke.

The explosion site was in ruins. At the center of the blast lay a small, mangled figure. I rushed over, discovering that although Wyatt had been blown beyond recognition and his entire body charred black, he still had a faint breath left in him.

When he saw me, he called out weakly, "Mrs. Hart… save… save me…"

This wasn't my child. But seeing him in such a pitiful state, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

I took off my jacket and wrapped it gently around him. Summoning every ounce of strength I had, I lifted him into my arms and ran like a madwoman toward the nearest hospital.

The entire way, my face was covered in blood. I carried a charred child in my arms, looking like something out of a nightmare.

When I finally reached the hospital, I burst into the emergency hall and screamed at the top of my lungs, "Doctor! Someone get a doctor! Save this child!"

Wyatt had already lost consciousness completely.

But at that moment, Nolan appeared at the emergency hall entrance out of nowhere. Behind him followed Summer, who only had a minor scrape on her knee.

When he saw me and the motionless child in my arms, he said coldly, "There's a first-come, first-served rule for treatment. Don't you know that?

"You have no shame. If Finn were still alive and saw what kind of mother you are, he'd be ashamed of you."

He still thought the child I was holding was my supposedly dead son.

A doctor was about to rush out of the emergency room, but Summer blocked his path. "Doctor! Treat me first! My leg hurts so badly!"

The doctor glanced at her minor scrape, his anger rising. "That scratch will heal on its own if you wait a bit! Let me check on that child first! He looks seriously injured!"

But Summer and Nolan blocked the emergency room entrance like a wall. They wouldn't let me in, and they wouldn't let the doctor out. They insisted that the doctor treat Summer's wound first.

"This is your son Wyatt!" I couldn't hold back anymore and screamed at Summer.

"How can you just stand there and watch him suffer like this without getting treatment!"

Summer's eyes immediately reddened, and tears came on command. She cried to Nolan, "Look at her, Nolan! Ever since Brielle's son died, she's gone crazy. She keeps cursing my son! That child she's holding is clearly wearing her son's clothes!"

Nolan immediately berated me. "Brielle! I never thought you were this kind of malicious woman! Just because your own son died, you can't stand to see others doing well!

"Summer is so kindhearted. If she saw your son injured, she'd be the first to rush to save him! But you? You're here cursing her! What's your game?"

I cried and tried to explain, attempting to make them look at the child's face. "No! This really is Wyatt!"

Nolan was furious. He snatched the barely breathing child from my arms. Like discarding a piece of trash, he threw him onto the cold floor beside us.

I watched helplessly as Wyatt's broken body took another violent impact. The last faint rise and fall of his chest stopped completely.

Despair washed over me, and I suddenly understood. The root of all this was their mistaken belief that the child strapped to the bomb was my son.

Their real goal had been to let Finn die.

I had done everything I could for Wyatt. At this point, my conscience was clear.

I looked at Nolan calmly and said, "Let's get a divorce."

He laughed dismissively. "What nonsense are you spouting now! Hurry up and go home to reflect on yourself!"

I laughed bitterly. Since they didn't even cherish their own flesh and blood, what was I still doing here?

I turned to leave, saying over my shoulder, "My lawyer will send you the divorce papers."

"Brielle! Stop right there!" Summer called out to me.

She turned on her phone's live stream and spoke to the camera in an exaggerated, tearful voice. "Everyone! There was a preschool explosion in our city today, and we're all devastated. But this mother actually abandoned her son, who died in the explosion, and just left him here at the hospital!

"I don't know what kind of mother this woman is, to be so heartless and let her own child be thrown in a cold hospital corridor like trash!"

As she spoke, she gave a long, close-up shot of Wyatt's small, lifeless body on the floor. Then she put on an act of compassion and ran dramatically to the emergency room. She grabbed the doctor she had just blocked and tearfully begged him to save that young life.

Although the doctor was furious at her contradictory behavior, his professional duty compelled him to rush to Wyatt's side and crouch down to examine him carefully. Then he shook his head grimly.

"There's no saving him. If it had been earlier…"

Before he could finish, Nolan stepped forward, grasped his hand, and said loudly, "Thank you, doctor."

Then, without another word, he ushered the doctor back into the emergency room.

Summer's camera turned on me again. She painted me as a vicious and incompetent woman who had lost her mind from grief and personally snuffed out her son's last chance at life.

I looked at her without anger, only finding the whole thing absurd. I had told them so many times that the child was her son Wyatt, yet they refused to believe me.

I shook my head and calmly turned to leave this hellhole. However, at the hospital entrance, I was surrounded by a mob of furious patients and family members. They had all watched Summer's livestream, and she'd whipped them into a frenzy.

They pointed at me and hurled insults. Someone threw something at me first. Then, a hysterical woman rushed forward and grabbed my hair.

"That was a young life! How could you be so heartless!"

Fists came at me from every direction. I lost count of how many punches and kicks I took. When I felt my organs shifting out of place and blood gushing from my mouth, the crowd finally dispersed.

Nolan walked over with a grief-stricken expression and addressed the crowd. "My wife, Brielle, acted this way because she suffered tremendous shock. I beg everyone to forgive her.

"Right now, I'm taking her to a psychiatric hospital for treatment so she can never hurt anyone again."

He shot Summer a look, and she pinned me down. Summer leaned close to my ear and whispered triumphantly, "Brielle, did you think Nolan would divorce you? Let me tell you the truth. The only way out of this marriage for Nolan is widowhood.

"Now that your son is dead, once we send you to the psych ward, your company and your assets will all belong to Nolan. When we find a way to finish you off completely, Nolan and I can openly enjoy everything you own.

"And your son's share? That will go to my son Wyatt."

She started laughing. I almost pitied her.

"Have you ever considered that the dead child really is your son?" I asked her.

My composure threw Summer off. She spat out, "Bullshit! I told the kidnappers to grab the kid in the blue designer tracksuit!

"Your son was the only one in the entire preschool wearing that outfit. There's no way it could be wrong!"

A chill ran through my entire body. So this wasn't a random kidnapping. This was premeditated murder.

I pulled out my phone to call the police, but Nolan, who had just finished his own call, snatched it from my hand and smashed it on the ground.

"Brielle, give up struggling. Everyone thinks you've lost your mind from grief. No one will believe anything you say anymore."

In the distance, the psychiatric hospital van approached, its lights flashing and sirens blaring. I struggled desperately, but they held me down.

Just then, Nolan's phone rang. It was a video call from Mom.

Nolan gestured for Summer to cover my mouth and drag me aside. Then he answered the call impatiently.

Mom's anxious voice came through the speaker. "Nolan, when are you and Brielle coming home? Finn is crying for his mother.

"What's going on with Brielle? Why isn't she answering her phone?"

As my mother spoke, Nolan's expression gradually twisted into something strange. Just then, Finn's clear voice rang out from the phone.

"Dad! Where's Mom? When are you guys coming home?"

Summer, who had been gripping me tightly, suddenly went rigid. Her expression turned horrified. She released me shakily and stumbled over to Nolan's phone.

On the screen, Finn was bouncing around and waving at the camera. When he saw Summer, though clearly frightened, he still greeted her politely.

"Hello, Ms. Castellano."

Summer went completely still before letting out an inhuman shriek. Like a madwoman, she charged toward the small, cold corpse inside the hospital.