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.

“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***ns are failing, and there’s no coming back. Every second he’s alive is pure suffering.”

“Sign this o****n 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.