His Family was Doomed The Day He Killed Our Son

Since Charles Orville’s perfect woman had a terrible morning sickness, he made a choice that my son's blood, as someone who was descended from a royal embalmer, was something evil and not good for her. He quickly ordered people to take blood from my five-year-old son. His own son.

Immediately, I knelt on the ground and begged him, "Our son is only five years old. A blood transfusion will kill him. If the wound gets infected, it will immediately kill that poor boy. If you want to punish someone, come to me. I will give you my life if you just let the child go."