The Man Who Burned Me Alive in My Past Life Was Also Reborn Novel by Fitzgerald Mitchell

My son’s body was covered in tubes and machines. His pale face had a sickly red tint.

I rubbed my eyes.

I had returned to this familiar scene.

Seeing the heartbreaking sight from my past life again,

I trembled as I reached out for my son’s warm hand.

A lump formed in my throat.

Tears rolled down my cheeks.

“I missed you so much, so much… I’m so sorry…”

My husband, Lucas, gently patted my shoulder.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

“Don’t disturb him anymore. Let’s go. Time’s up.”

A nurse urged us out, and I forced my weak legs to move as Lucas and I left the ICU.

We sat down in a cramped office.

He shoved a pen into my hand.

“You’ve seen it yourself. His o***ans are failing, and there’s no coming back. Every second he’s alive is pure suffering.”

“Sign this o***an donation form, and let him find peace.”

Hearing his casual tone, my anger flared up so fiercely that it dried my tears.

I slammed the pen down on the desk and shoved his hand off my shoulder.

“I’m not signing! My son can still be saved!”

Lucas was stunned for a moment.

“We just agreed, didn’t we? You’ve seen the diagnosis yourself. This is the best hospital in the whole city. What more do you need to believe?”

Believe?

I stared into Lucas’s seemingly innocent and surprised eyes.

I could see the cruelty behind them.