Chapter 477 Sarah: Whoever Hurts My Son, I Want Her Dead 1
In the private hospital room, Nicholas and Hestia sat beside Isaac's bed, avoiding each other's eyes. Though married, they felt like strangers.
Little Isaac tossed restlessly on the bed, his forehead beaded with sweat as he mumbled, "Mommy... Daddy..." in his fitful sleep.
Hestia's heart ached watching him suffer.
"I'm not going to argue about how he got sick," she said to her husband. "I just need one promise from you. If no one in our family is a match, we'll ask Sarah and Jacob—and that baby she's carrying. I don't care about anything else. I just want our Isaac to live."
Nicholas looked at her, stunned. "Donation is a personal choice. And Sarah is pregnant, for God's sake."
"She could terminate it," Hestia replied defiantly.
Before she could say another word, Nicholas's hand struck her face.
Hestia's ears rang. When she finally regained her composure, her voice was hollow with despair. "Nicholas, this is our son. Our only son. If you, his father, won't fight for him, why did you even bring him into this world?"
"My history with you has nothing to do with her," Nicholas said firmly. "Sarah owes you nothing. And her child certainly doesn't either."
Hestia lost control.
"You're still thinking about her?" she spat. "You've been screwing Azalea every chance you get, but your precious first love still has a hold on you? Seems Azalea can't compete with her charms after all!"
She felt a bitter satisfaction in her outburst.
Nicholas barely acknowledged her, which only fueled Hestia's rage. Finally, he let out a cold laugh. "Don't think I don't know about your recent... activities. I've kept quiet to save your dignity. My father probably knows too. Hestia, you'd better watch yourself."
Hestia froze.
Her lips trembled, but no words came out. She loved Nicholas deeply—those other men meant nothing, just diversions! She wanted to explain, but Nicholas had closed his eyes, clearly done with the conversation.
Hestia felt ice in her veins. She knew she couldn't count on Nicholas anymore. In this patriarchal society, men's affairs were overlooked, but a woman's indiscretions were unforgivable.
Her only hope now was Isaac. Her son couldn't die.
A week later, everyone in the Moore family had been tested. No matches.
Hestia grew increasingly desperate.
She could barely sleep, haunted by nightmares of growing old alone. She'd wake in the night to find her husband's side of the bed empty, with only her oblivious daughter for company.
She began to spiral.
Before, her affairs had been meaningless flings—men who paid to satisfy her physical needs. Now she moved in elite circles, sleeping with influential figures. The rumors spread, but out of respect for Matthew, no one spoke openly.
As autumn gave way to early winter, Hestia started taking sleeping pills. Her mental state deteriorated. One Friday evening, returning from the hospital, she suddenly instructed her driver, "Take me to the elementary school."
The driver was surprised but asked no questions.
Five minutes later, the black town car pulled up outside the city's most prestigious elementary school.
The entrance was crowded with parents picking up their children. Jacob, with his striking good looks, stood out immediately.
Hestia spotted him and approached with a warm smile. "Jacob!"
Jacob's classmates teased, "Jacob, your mom's here!"
Jacob's small face hardened as he glared at Hestia. "She's not my mother! She's an evil witch!"
Hestia's beautiful face contorted with anger, but she maintained her composure, kneeling to Jacob's level. "Be a good boy, Jacob. Your little brother is very sick and needs your bone marrow. Would you help him?"
"I won't donate anything!" Jacob shouted. "You're just a wicked witch!"
Jacob's teacher noticed the commotion and started to approach.
Just then, Claire arrived to pick up Jacob. Seeing Hestia trying to manipulate the child, she quickly pulled Jacob to her side, glaring at Hestia. "What the hell are you doing? Are the Moores so desperate they're resorting to child trafficking now?"
"I'm Nicholas's wife," Hestia said, her face pale.
Claire spat on the ground. "So what? Instead of looking after that useless husband of yours, you're hanging around our family. Everyone knows you want Jacob's blood. Others might think you're trying to seduce our Oliver, but let me tell you, he's devoted to his family now. Besides, he'd never look at you. You don't hold a candle to Sarah!"
Claire's crude words cut straight to Hestia's insecurities.
How was she inferior to Sarah?
Before she could respond, Claire had already whisked Jacob away into a luxurious SUV, throwing one last contemptuous look at Hestia and calling her shameless.
Claire knew she needed to tell Oliver about this incident to prevent future problems.
That evening at dinner, she brought it up.
Placing a large piece of meat on Jacob's plate, she said to Oliver, "Jacob needs to grow strong, especially if Hestia's going to keep trying to take his blood and bone marrow. His little body can't handle that!"
Oliver frowned. "What happened?"
Claire feigned exasperation. "What good is your success if your son is still being targeted?"
She recounted the incident, concluding, "I think those Moores didn't learn their lesson last time. Poor Jacob was terrified today! He's only seven—how could that venomous woman even think of such a thing?"
Oliver glanced at Sarah.
Sarah looked troubled but composed, gently stroking Jacob's head. "Let's eat first."
Later that night, after putting the children to bed, Oliver returned to the bedroom.
Sarah was reading on the sofa.
Hearing his footsteps, she set her book aside. "How's Jacob?"
Oliver sat beside her, rolling his neck to release tension. "Jacob's growing up—he's tougher than we think. But this can't go unpunished. The Moores can't just target our family because they're desperate. We don't owe them anything."
"Jacob is only seven. Even if he were a match, they couldn't possibly take his bone marrow. The Moores have gone too far," he added.
Oliver was ready to confront the Moore family immediately.
Sarah gently took his hand.
With her head slightly bowed, wisdom shining in her beautiful eyes, she said, "She only approached him—she didn't actually harm Jacob. If you retaliate now, it would cause a scene."
She continued, "Let me handle this. It's just a minor issue between women. No one else needs to get involved."
Sarah's demeanor was serene and graceful.
Oliver was captivated.
Looking at her lovely face, he couldn't help but say admiringly, "What do you have in mind? If you can resolve this, I'll thank you… personally."
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