My Genius Twins and Billionaire Wife

I'm wang Jiahua, a famous surgeon.

And, of course, the castle serial killer.

I have a rich family property since I was a child. Since I was born, I have been destined to learn my major.

Before the marriage, I was addicted to the life of paper intoxication.

I am very satisfied with such a free life.

However, the family arranged for me to have a wife.

A wife they think fit.

At the insistence of my family, I didn't have the right to solve the problem. I had to wait and finish the wedding.

Since then, I have a family.

However, even so, it will not affect my life.

I don't like this married wife, much less like it.

Life goes on like this, I spend all my time outside and never come back, but my wife never cares about me.

No matter how I do, what I do, she will always be that gentle look, smiling at me.

I would have been like this all my life.

But what I didn't expect was that the birth of a small member added something else to our seemingly emotionless family.

Yes, we have a lovely son.

For the first time, I saw such a small baby who could only cry.

It seems that the baby is only as small as my arm, very cute.

I will be unconsciously attracted by the baby's every move.

After having a baby, I can't play outside.

My head is full of my lovely, little son.

From then on, I began to take heart.

Not only that, my wife and I seemed to have gradually developed feelings.

The arrival of this child has changed a lot.

As time goes by, I can even see my children grow up day by day.

From such a small little baby, gradually learn to walk, talk.

It's amazing.

I watched the kids grow up with my own eyes.

And the life of our family seems to be very happy.

I am very satisfied with such happiness.

I also gradually put my concern on my son and wife.

My son is very good. He will sit at the door and watch me before I come back from work.

They would set up a pair of slippers for me in advance, even bring me tea and water, and pinch my shoulder and beat my back for the day's work.

Where can I find such a sensible and clever son?

However, a sudden illness made my sensible son fall ill.

At first, I thought it was just a little cold.

But I didn't expect that it would be such a serious disease.

This kind of disease seems to be able to directly take away his weak life.

However, what makes me most angry and shocked is that it is a powerful genetic disease.

And this kind of hereditary disease is actually inherited by my wife to my son.

When I learned that, I was so angry.

From the beginning, my wife cheated me.

Without treatment, his son's illness only worsened day by day.

From then on, I locked my wife in the room and didn't allow her to see my son again.

But what I didn't expect was that she wanted to divorce me and take away my son who I cared about most.

Under the influence of alcohol, I accidentally killed her.

But at the same time, I also found a way to extend my son's life.

That is to use the organs of a healthy person to transfer them to his son and prolong his life.

But this kind of operation process is too cruel.

In order not to make my son feel sick and guilty, I deliberately concealed the operation process.

If you kill one person, you can only get a month's health for your son.

But even so, I'm willing.

But what I didn't expect was that it was discovered after all.

After the son discovered the cruel operation process, he began to resist the operation.

Even, he didn't want to talk to me any more, and he didn't want to move any more. He just lay in bed all day, just like waiting to die.

I saw it in my eyes, but I was deeply distressed.

Despite his resistance, I never stopped such a crazy operation.

I can do anything to keep my son alive.

I would be willing to be a villain and a sinner that the world would despise.

I'll fight the blame alone, but I just want my son to survive.

That's all.

Until I found a woman.Her blood type matches my son in every way.

In other words, as long as I get her organs and transfer them to my son, then my son will be healthy for ten years!

Ten years!

I don't have to do this kind of operation again in ten years. I'll kill again.

For that, I had to risk it again.

However, this woman seems unusual.

I failed.

The operation was interrupted.

My son advised me not to go wrong again and again.

He told me to give up.

Give up, how can you give up.

Such a good opportunity.

But what I never thought was that he was tired of such an operation.

My son, unexpectedly, took off the oxygen mask himself.

Choose to end your life.

At that moment, I realized that the pressure and self reproach in his heart far exceeded that of my father.

And I, always with the most cruel way, with his most unacceptable way, alive forced to death him.

I killed my son.

The moment my son died, my world seemed to be gray.

I don't know what else I can do and what's the point of living.

In the face of my wife, I have guilt and remorse, in the face of my son, I am more reluctant and remorse.

In other words, I saved my son's life, but at the same time, I forced my son to death.

At that moment, I had no yearning for life.

But I still have one last wish, "after I die, please bury me and my son together. This is my last wish."

Son, I'm here for you.

Dad will be with you all the time and won't do anything that makes you feel unhappy.

Dad will always love you.

At that moment, I seemed to be out of my body.

I saw a white skirt beside the bed, like an angel's wife holding her son's hand.

The son is white and pure, just like a little angel.

"Dad, it's finally you."

He held out his little hand to me.

However, I found that I was different from them.

My body is full of anger, that kind of dark anger, can completely swallow up the anger.

Looking back, I found that those who were killed by me turned into the shadow of resentment, tightly wrapped around me.

Behind me is not the way to heaven.

It's a dark abyss without any bottom.

I know I'm too guilty to go with them.

I retracted my hand: "son, follow your mother. I'll come to you later. "

The son didn't give up looking back, "Dad, you remember to keep up."

I hesitated for a while, and finally tried my best to run towards the light, although I knew that running to the light, I would die, but my son was there.

Even if it's gone, I'd like to.

At that moment, I held my son's hand, no longer a cold hand without temperature, but a warm hand.

This is my son, my son