Chapter 10
“Mr. Caldwell, didn’t you know? Your son was already deceased upon arrival. The unstitched abdominal incision caused fatal blood loss…”
Ethan staggered.
But he’d explicitly ordered the doctors to care for his son!
Had he… killed his own child?
No. This had to be Wendy’s ploy -to scare him before reappearing with their son to mock him.
A lesson to never stray again.
Yes, that had to be it!
Clutching this hope, he tracked down the mortuary.
But the death certificate crushed his delusion.
“My son… is really gone… Why? Why wasn’t I told?” He slumped against the wall, hands shaking as he held the document.
The attendant sighed. “The madam called you. I overheard you arguing with a woman about a child. She hung up and signed the cremation papers.”
Cremated…
A horrifying realization struck.
“What kind of urn did my son have?” he asked hoarsely.
The attendant pointed to a display. “That black one. His mother said he loved black because his father did.”
Ethan’s mind went blank.
That black urn—the one Lena had used to mix formula–had held his son’s ashes.
The ashes he’d scattered in a fit of rage.
As his vision blurred, his phone rang.
“Mr. Caldwell, we’ve confirmed that after you restrained your son, Miss Caldwell impersonated you, ordering the doctors not to treat him. She knew about the cremation. Using the urn for formula and scattering the ashes was deliberate.” The bodyguard hesitated. “We also found out… her pregnancy isn’t yours. She returned after a foreign fling abandoned her. The night of her welcome party, a waiter saw her drug your drink. You didn’t just get drunk -you were unconscious. Nothing could’ve happened.”
There was a deathly silence.
The bodyguard who knew Ethan’s temper better than anyone–grew nervous at the unnatural calm on the other end of the line. “Mr. Caldwell… stay calm…”
Ethan hung up without a word.
In the mortuary’s empty hallway, his blood turned to ice, leaving only bottomless regret and a madness to destroy everything.
Lena called, her voice sugary. “Ethan, where are you? The baby and I are waiting.”
Ethan’s grip turned bone–white, but his voice was eerily pleasant. “Then wait… obediently.”
Back at the villa, Lena greeted him with a baby outfit. “Ethan, look how cute this is! I couldn’t decide on a color. Do you want a boy or girl?”
Ethan’s gaze dropped to her belly, his voice glacial. “I only care if it’s mine.”
Her smile froze.
“What do you mean?” She threw the outfit down. “You forced this pregnancy, and now you doubt me?”
Normally, he’d cave at her pouting.
But this time, he simply signaled, and bloodied men were dragged in.
Lena’s face drained of color at the familiar faces.
