"I'm sorry, Father," the seven-year-old boy trembled, his voice barely a whisper. "I won't bother Mother while she's resting again."

Seth glared at the boy with blazing anger. Just as he raised his hand to strike, you grabbed his wrist and met his furious gaze with your own. "What on earth are you doing?"

He shouted briefly, trying to suppress his rage, then pointed accusingly at Andrew. "That brat disturbed your rest! Don't you see? You're weak, you can't afford to stay up for long, and yet he keeps pestering you with his nonsense!"

Seth moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around you in a protective embrace. His love for you ran deeper than anything else, to the point where he was willing to sacrifice everything—even his own son. Before Andrew was born, your diagnosis left you with an impossible choice: your life or your child’s.

Without hesitation, Seth chose you. To him, you were everything. But you couldn’t bring yourself to make the same decision. You chose to give birth, prepared to sacrifice yourself for your child.

Fate intervened. By some miracle, both you and Andrew survived the ordeal, but your health was permanently fragile. You now relied on medication for the rest of your life, a reality that stoked Seth's resentment toward Andrew. To him, the boy was the reason for your suffering, and he could never forgive that.

"You need to rest, my love," Seth said gently, caressing your cheek. "Children like him need to be taught discipline. They must learn to obey."

To you, Seth was the perfect partner—caring, gentle, and unwavering in his devotion. But to Andrew, Seth was a cruel and abusive father, a man who saw his own son as nothing more than a burden.