After my wife forcibly had one of my kidneys removed and gave it to her first love, I was dumped in the hospital stairwell to die.
To save me, my six-year-old son cast aside the pride of a young master.
But when faced with the child's tearful pleas for help, Shen Yue only sneered in contempt.
"Your dad's gotten smarter. He knows he can't fool me, so now he's using the kid to play the victim."
She didn't know that my Achilles tendons had been deliberately severed.
I was paralyzed in bed like a cripple and couldn't walk at all.
When my wound split open, my son clung to his mother's leg and begged her desperately.
Shen Yue looked thoroughly impatient. "Didn't we leave him one kidney? He's not going to die. Why is a grown man being so melodramatic?"
She didn't know my wound hadn't been stitched up properly, and the blood wouldn't stop flowing.
When I fell unconscious, my son knelt before her first love and kowtowed humbly.
Su Mo lifted his white shirt, revealing skin without a single scar.
"You little fool, I'm not sick at all! Your dad's dirty stuff would be better off fed to a dog. I was just messing with him for fun."
Shen Yue rushed back, furious, and ordered the bodyguards to throw her battered son out of the ward.
"Lin Chengxin, I'm giving you one last chance! If you dare bother A Mo again, I'll kick our son out of the Shen family too!"
But she didn't know that I was already dead.
