---- Chapter 4 Ethan's POV "What are you talking about?" Ethan's voice bounced off the hospital hallway walls. "How could Tyler be dead?" "I checked him myself, it was just a regular cold!" Williams silently handed him a medical file. "This is the ER record." Ethan's hands shook as he took the file. Printed clearly on it was: Patient: Tyler Morgan, 7 years old, male. Cause of Death: Severe pneumonia complicated by respiratory failure. Resuscitation unsuccessful. Time of Death: Three days ago, . "No... that's not possible." Ethan shook his head, the file slipping from his fingers. ''A common cold doesn't kill you!" ---- Williams just watched him, saying nothing. "Sarah called you that night. Said the boy's lips were blue, he was having trouble breathing." "She said you had an emergency surgery. But you left at three that afternoon." The color drained from Ethan's face. That was the day... the day he was with Isabella for Emma's birthday. Suddenly, a detail he'd totally missed hit him. That morning, when he was listening to Tyler's chest... "Daddy, my chest hurts so much," Tyler had said, his voice weak. "It feels like there's water gurgling inside. " He had heard something weird through the stethoscope. Not just normal breathing sounds. ---- There were faint crackles. But right then, Isabella had called, asking him to come to Emma's birthday party. He'd quickly pulled the stethoscope away to answer his phone. Crackles... That was a sign of fluid in the lungs! Aclassic sign of severe pneumonia! "No... no... no!" Ethan sank to the floor, his hands grabbing his head. "I killed him... I killed my own son. " All those years of training, so many successful surgeries, all the lives he'd saved... And he couldn't save his own kid. Because of a phone call from his first love. Because he'd been so careless. Ethan quickly scribbled a leave request, then burst out