The Confrontation
He staggered forward.
“Sons… it’s me…”
Lucas stepped closer, holding a medical file.
“You’re on the transplant list,” he said calmly. “You need surgery.”
Hope flashed across Daniel’s face.
“You’ll help me, right? You’re my son!”
Lucas met his gaze.
“Do you remember 1995?” he asked. “When Mom begged you not to take the money for our milk?”
Daniel said nothing.
“I almost died,” Lucas continued. “Mom sold her own blood to save me.”
The others stepped forward.
Ethan: “What you did was abandonment. A crime. But life has already judged you.”
Adrian: “You want money? I have more than you can imagine. But you won’t get a dollar.”
Noah: “I forgive you. But forgiveness doesn’t mean access to our lives.”
Daniel collapsed.
“Please… help me…”
Lucas took a slow breath.
“As a doctor, I will treat you. I’ll perform the surgery.”
Relief washed over Daniel.
“Thank you… thank you…”
Lucas’s expression hardened.
“But after that, you’re no one to us. This is the last thing we will ever do for you.”
