I turned and fell to my knees before the doctor, begging desperately for him to save my son.

The doctor lowered his eyes with pity but shook his head helplessly.

“The best window for administering the serum has already passed. Even a miracle worker couldn’t bring him back now…”

I collapsed to the ground in despair, watching as the heart monitor released its sharp beeping sounds.

Jason, filled with disappointment toward his father, finally closed his eyes that once held such a fierce will to live.

My heart bled, my tears streamed endlessly as I kissed his little face again and again, unable to let him go.

In that moment, I swore silently to myself—I would never allow my son’s death to be in vain.

After sending Jason’s body to the morgue, I stepped out into the pouring rain and walked with determination back to the lodge.

Jason’s belongings were still there—his favorite toys.

On his fifth birthday, Daniel Brooks and I had given him a Spider-Man action figure.

He always said it was like a superhero that would protect him from every bad guy.

But at the end of his life, Jason discovered the greatest villain of all—was his own father.

When I reached the lodge, I saw crowds gathered at the entrance, arms full of flower baskets and banners supporting Chloe Miller.

It was almost festive.

The largest, most eye-catching banner had a bold signature: Daniel Brooks.

“Owner Chloe stands tall against online abuse—evil people will get what they deserve!”

The sight stabbed at my heart.

Daniel, as you wished—your son has been taken by heaven.

Inside, I heard sobbing. Chloe’s delicate voice drifted out:

“Daniel, it’s so kind of you to come all the way here. I can’t even bear to look at my phone anymore—the app keeps showing me Emma’s post…”

“I know I didn’t do anything wrong, but I’m so scared people will still curse me…”

Daniel, who should have been working at the company, replied with a voice as cold as frost:

“Don’t be afraid. I already told her to delete it. If she refuses, I’ll see how long she can keep up her little act in the hospital.”

His words froze my heart over with ice.

“Daniel, hearing you say that makes me feel so much better,” Chloe whispered.

Daniel’s eyes softened, his hands tenderly covering her belly.

“Take care of yourself. You finally have a baby—don’t let the stress harm it.”

At that moment, my chest felt like it was crushed by thunder.

My son was dead, yet the woman who killed him carried a child!

I stumbled inside, pale as a corpse.

When Daniel saw my disheveled appearance, his expression immediately shifted.

“Done with your little show? Chloe has endured so much abuse because of you. Hurry up and apologize to her!”

I ignored him, walking straight past and heading for the room.

“Stop pretending to be coy! Did you delete that post or not?”

Seeing me unresponsive, his face darkened as he rushed after me.

But when I entered the room, I froze. It was completely empty—our luggage had vanished.

My heart clenched. I turned, wanting to ask Chloe where our things had gone.

Daniel grabbed my wrist in a crushing grip, fury blazing in his eyes.

“Did you not understand me? I told you to apologize to Chloe!”

In that instant, the numb stillness inside me shattered into an eruption of rage.

Jason had called out to him, and he hadn’t cared.

Jason had died waiting for him, and he remained unmoved.

When I returned covered in mud and rain, he sneered at me.

But now, just because of a warning post that threatened another woman’s reputation—he burned with fury beyond control.

It would be a lie to say I wasn’t heartbroken. But it was true—I had lost all hope.

I gave a bitter smile and shook my head. Since Daniel Brooks was so firm in his own beliefs, there was nothing left for me to say.

“Where are Jason’s and my things?”

My question, so out of line with what he expected, enraged him. Daniel threw me hard to the ground.

“Why are you bringing that up? Do you have any idea how much your post has hurt Chloe Miller?”

He shoved his phone in front of me, the screen displaying my post.

“You even hired trolls to bully Chloe, just a young girl. How could she possibly endure such hateful comments?”

But the comments were nothing more than netizens questioning reasonably, asking Chloe to provide proper safety measures at her lodge.

In his eyes, that turned into me hiring people to slander her.

Looking closer, I noticed something chilling: under every comment, there was the same IP, an account named Brooks defending Chloe’s “innocent mistake.”

Who else could it have been but him?

I let out a hollow laugh, filled with sorrow.

“Daniel Brooks, let’s get a divorce.”

His expression darkened instantly.

“Emma Carter, what nonsense are you spouting now?”

Nonsense? My beloved son was dead, and I had finally reached despair, ready to give up. But in his eyes, it was just me throwing a tantrum.

In the past, he grew closer and closer to Chloe, staying out overnight again and again just to make her happy.

At first, I couldn’t accept that the man who once held only me and our son in his heart had changed. I cried, I raged—but it was useless. Eventually, I gave up.

And in the end, it cost my son his life.

My voice was hoarse as I forced out the words:

“Daniel Brooks, haven’t you always wanted to get rid of me and Jason?”

“Emma!” he bellowed, his eyes filled with shadows.

“Is it so hard for you to just apologize to Chloe?”

“If you apologize, everything will go back to the way it was. I just want to give Chloe some justice. Why make such a big deal out of it?”

“Besides, Chloe is pregnant. Don’t you think you’re deliberately trying to upset her? When her baby is born, we’ll be a family. Jason will even have a sibling. What’s wrong with that? You should have a conscience!”

Conscience?

I suddenly laughed, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face.

How I longed to scream at him—Our son is dead!

He was killed because of your precious Chloe!

But conscience meant nothing to me now.

And I knew—he would never believe me. He would only cling stubbornly to his own version of the truth.

So I deliberately provoked him:

“No need. Jason and I don’t want to be tied to you anymore. He said he doesn’t need a father like you, so we’re stepping away.”

Rage twisted Daniel’s face, as if he had just been toyed with.

He raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face.

“I knew it—you’ve been lying to me from the start!”

“Where’s Jason? I’ll have someone bring him back. I’ll show you how I punish a boy for lying!”

“With a careless mother like you, of course he’s learned to spew lies too!”

His teeth clenched so tightly his jaw trembled, his chest rising and falling violently.

He had always been harsh with Jason, grooming him as the heir to the Brooks legacy. From a young age, he drilled into him the need for honesty, forbidding lies.

And now, he believed Jason had struck at the very core of his principles.

He hastily dialed his assistant.

“Hurry and find Jason! Bring him back immediately!”

The assistant stammered on the other end, trembling:

“M-Mr. Brooks, young Jason should be at his riding lesson today…”

Daniel froze, realization dawning far too late. He hung up quickly and dialed the riding instructor instead.

“Mr. Johnson, is Jason in class? Please put him on the phone—I need to speak with him!”

Mr. Johnson froze for a moment.

“Mr. Brooks, Jason didn’t come today. I even tried calling Mrs. Carter, but no one answered. Was he picked up by someone else…?”

Before the sentence was finished, Daniel Brooks gave a cold snort and slammed the phone down.

“You even bribed the teacher? How long are you planning to lie to me?”

“It’s Monday. Why didn’t you take him to school? What exactly are you trying to do? You think I won’t get angry, is that it? Don’t let me find him, or I swear I’ll beat him!”

Now he thought of his son?

But he had no idea—he would never see Jason again.

The image of my child dying with his eyes wide open haunted me. My chest tightened painfully as I broke down in sobs.

“Jason is dead… you killed him with your own hands!”

“Stop spouting nonsense!”

Daniel’s face darkened to purple, fury blazing in his eyes.

“You think exposing your tricks means you can claim Jason’s dead? Emma Carter, do you even think before you lie? What kind of cruel mother says things like this?”

Tears streamed down my face. I no longer had the strength for pointless arguments.

I tore my hand away and tried to leave.

But Daniel blocked my path, yanking me back by my hair.

“Whatever happens, you’re going to apologize to Chloe Miller first!”

Chloe stood pitifully at the doorway, clutching her collar and feigning concern.

“Daniel, let it go. I think Emma just lost her head for a moment. I can endure something this small.”

Hearing her words only deepened the tenderness in his gaze.

“Chloe, you don’t have to be so understanding…”

Then, without hesitation, he dragged me by my hair toward the hall.

“I told you already—my patience has limits. Keep this up, and I’ll divorce you. Don’t expect to remain Mrs. Brooks much longer!”

I struggled violently, my arms and legs scraped raw with red welts.

“Do whatever you want—I don’t care anymore!”

“Emma, don’t push me too far!”

He hauled me to the top of the stairs and pulled out Jason’s beloved Spider-Man action figure. His eyes glinted with menace, jaw clenched tight.

“This is your last chance—bring Jason out, or deal with the consequences!”

Before I could respond, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Daniel snatched it up, confident it would be Jason calling.

But when he heard the voice on the other end, his face turned to stone.

“Emma, are you still not back yet? The hospital says the morgue is full. They need to cremate Jason quickly.”

“Cremate…?”

Daniel’s face went black. A second later, he gave a sharp, mocking laugh into the phone, though his eyes burned with rage.

“Still acting? Now your friend’s even making up excuses like cremation?”

Grace Johnson’s furious voice shot through the line:

“Daniel Brooks, are you even a man? Your son is dead, and you dare say we’re making excuses? You’ll regret this!”

She kept cursing, her voice hoarse from anger, defending me and grieving for Jason.

But nothing mattered anymore.

Whatever fragile feelings I still had for Daniel—

in the moment Jason died with his eyes open in despair—

were completely extinguished.

Daniel’s response was to hurl the phone at my face, his voice thunderous:

“Enough! I won’t watch this farce any longer. I’ll call the police right now and have them punish you both!”

I let out a bitter laugh. So this was what it meant for the real criminal to cry thief.