I Give Up on Saving My Son's Life

I was in the bathroom when Ruth Lister, my wife, suddenly called me. "Flynn Youngblood! Why aren't you here yet? They've just taken Tyler into surgery. Where the hell are you?"

"I'm still at home," I replied flatly.

Ruth immediately lost her temper. "What are you still doing at home at this hour? Get here this instant!"

I calmly hung up on her and stared blankly into the mirror.

It had been exactly the same in my past life. I had been worried sick when I learned of my son Tyler Youngblood's illness. Ruth pressured me to donate a kidney to Tyler, which I promptly agreed to.

In the end, my health deteriorated after the surgery, causing me to ultimately die of kidney failure.

I couldn't help but wonder why Ruth didn't step up to donate her kidney in my past life, even though she was Tyler's mother. I was naturally prone to allergies and was far from the ideal match. Ruth was adamant about it, while Tyler kept pleading with me through his tears.

I eventually agreed to the kidney donation without hesitation, driven by the paternal love surging within me. In the end, following the surgery, my health completely collapsed, leaving my body severely weakened. I eventually died of kidney failure.

In retrospect, Ruth appeared overly impatient. She was in more of a hurry than the doctors at the hospital. I had intended to seek a voluntary donor, having even prepared the funds for it.

Ruth was completely against it, though. She reproached me, snapping, "Those people have parents too, Flynn! How can we act so selfishly just because we have the money? Tyler is our son. How can you, as his father, not step up and make a sacrifice?"

She did everything she could to get me to agree from the very beginning, and at that point, she was pushing me harder than ever to get the surgery.

I took out my phone and opened her Amazon account. After all, I happened to possess her login credentials. It wasn't that I was being paranoid, but Ruth's behavior just didn't make sense. Ruth's WhatsApp was spotless, but it was a different story on her Amazon.

I was stunned the moment I saw the messages on the screen, and a profound anger immediately took hold of me.

I immediately sent the screenshots to Keith Greene, my cousin, and said, "Go look into this for me. Find out what the hell is going on here!"

I turned my phone off and waited. I ate breakfast at a leisurely pace and even wandered around a bit while shopping. I then made my way to the hospital, arriving around 11:00 am.

Ruth looked absolutely furious outside the OR. She snapped the moment she spotted me. "Where on earth have you been, Flynn? Tyler has been waiting for you for hours!"

"I've thought it over for a long time, and I've decided not to donate," I said calmly. "I have pretty poor health, and the doctors said I'm not fit for it. I think you should do it instead, Ruth."

Ruth immediately grew agitated. "How could I possibly do it? I'm a woman! What am I supposed to do if I go through with the donation and my health completely breaks down?"

I fixed her with a piercing stare after hearing that.

Ruth, realizing she had lost her composure, instantly shifted her expression. "Do you really have the heart to watch Tyler go through this? He's critically ill, even though he's only 12! I'm begging you, Flynn—please save Tyler! I'll sign all my assets over to you in the future if you do!"

She broke down in tears and suddenly collapsed to her knees.

In the busy hospital corridor, the crowd of onlookers kept growing. Ruth's anxious expression stood in sharp contrast to my calm composure, making it look as though I were some kind of wicked father in the family

It was then that the OR door swung open. "Your child isn't going to make it much longer! What is going on out here?"

Ruth forcefully pushed me forward, exclaiming, "Use his kidney! He's the child's father!"

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I'm sorry, but I had breakfast before coming here. I'm not cleared for surgery."

Hearing this, Ruth flew into a rage. "You did that on purpose, Flynn! That is your own flesh and blood! How could you just sit there and let Tyler die? You're a pathetic excuse for a father!"

In the midst of the sound of weeping, Demi Newell, my mother-in-law, barked, "That's my darling grandson inside! How could you be so heartless, Flynn? That's your son, for goodness sake!"

There was another man with Demi, who turned out to be Ruth's assistant, Jacob Chapman. He immediately gripped my arm the moment he spotted me.

"You should calm down first, Flynn," he said. "Tyler's life is on the line here! You have to get in there and save him right now!"