My Baby's Grave Became Their Doom

"Tell me who the real father is, or I'll use this bastard's heart to save someone else."

That was what my husband of seven years said as he tied our six-year-old son to an operating table and drained 800ml of his blood.

My son’s face had gone ghostly pale. Tears filled his eyes as he looked up at his father, silently begging for mercy.

“Daddy… I’m so cold…”

But Denton Francis didn’t even blink. He even coldly said, “Keep going.”

He didn’t want to see the boy cry, so he injected him with a high dose of anesthesia, knocking him unconscious.