{"id":28388,"date":"2026-02-06T11:54:25","date_gmt":"2026-02-06T11:54:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-1\/"},"modified":"2026-02-06T11:55:14","modified_gmt":"2026-02-06T11:55:14","slug":"the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-1\/","title":{"rendered":"The Heart Surgeon\u2019s Last Patient Novel Chapter 1"},"content":{"rendered":"
Chapter 1<\/div>\n
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\u201cOfficer, I wanna report a scam! This kid won\u2019t stop following me, insisting I\u2019m his mother!\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cOfficer, my mom\u2019s lost her mind. She keeps calling me a scammer.\u201d<\/div>\n
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At the police station, the officer stared at the woman and the boy before him, totally confused.<\/div>\n
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\u201cSo, you\u2019re saying she\u2019s your mother,\u201d he said to the boy, then turned to the woman, \u201cand you\u2019re saying you are not. Correct?\u201d<\/div>\n
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Both nodded in earnest unison.<\/div>\n
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Ten minutes earlier, Madeleine Mosley had woken up to find herself lying on the pavement. A boy was beside her, carefully pouring a can of Coke into her mouth.<\/div>\n
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Figuring she must\u2019ve fainted from low blood sugar, she said, \u201cThanks, kiddo.\u201d<\/div>\n
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To her surprise, the boy stared back in fright.<\/div>\n
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\u201cMommy, did you injure your head in the fall?\u201d<\/div>\n
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Mommy?!<\/div>\n
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Madeleine froze, her eyes wide in shock.<\/div>\n
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She was only eighteen\u2014a college student in the prime of her life. She had never even been in a relationship. How could she possibly have a child?<\/div>\n
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If her mother found out, she\u2019d be kicked out of the house overnight.<\/div>\n
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And this kid was such a pro! He didn\u2019t look like he was lying at all. Scammers were getting more and more cunning.<\/div>\n
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She\u2019d seen news reports about trafficking gangs using children as bait to kidnap female college students.<\/div>\n
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This must be one of those cases.<\/div>\n
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But no matter how she tried, she couldn\u2019t shake the boy off.<\/div>\n
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He followed her stubbornly, like a shadow.<\/div>\n
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She had no choice but to head straight for the police station.<\/div>\n
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\u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cMadeleine Mosley.\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cAge?\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cEighteen.\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cE-Eighteen?\u201d<\/div>\n
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The police officer stopped taking Madeleine\u2019s statement and looked up, giving her a once-over.<\/div>\n
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Every item she wore was from a major brand. With her striking features and remarkable temperament, she exuded feminine charm.<\/div>\n
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She didn\u2019t look eighteen at all.<\/div>\n
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He then turned his attention to the little boy.<\/div>\n
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\u201cYour name?\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cKevin Livingston.\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cAge?\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cFour and a half.\u201d<\/div>\n
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Hearing his answer, Madeleine glanced up at him, pursing her lips.<\/div>\n
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This boy shared the surname with Roderick. Were they related?<\/div>\n
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And, come to think of it, the resemblance between them was uncanny\u2014especially the eyes. He was basically the mini version of Roderick.<\/div>\n
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A bold idea struck her. After all her years of butting heads with Roderick, this had to be another one of his elaborate tricks to mess with her.<\/div>\n
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\u201cOfficer, I\u2014\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cSsh.\u201d<\/div>\n
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The officer gestured, pointing out that the boy was calling his father on his phone.<\/div>\n
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Soon, the call connected.<\/div>\n
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\u201cDaddy,\u201d Kevin said, his voice dripping with innocence, \u201ccould you come to the police station to pick up Mommy and me?<\/div>\n
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\u201cNo. Mommy didn\u2019t hurt me.<\/div>\n
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\u201cShe didn\u2019t hurt anyone else either. Come over.\u201d<\/div>\n
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Madeleine couldn\u2019t believe her ears.<\/div>\n
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What did he mean by she didn\u2019t hurt him or anyone else?<\/div>\n
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Of course, she didn\u2019t.<\/div>\n
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She never resorted to violence.<\/div>\n
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Then again, if it was Roderick, she might punch him in the face.<\/div>\n
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Since the kid was calling his father to come over, fine.<\/div>\n
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She couldn\u2019t wait to find out which relative of Roderick\u2019s it was.<\/div>\n
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About fifteen minutes later, someone entered the station. Madeleine instinctively turned, and her gaze landed on a pair of long, slender legs.<\/div>\n
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Well, this guy certainly had a fine physique\u2014tall, with excellent proportions, and a face that was\u2026<\/div>\n
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She froze.<\/div>\n
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A face that was identical to Roderick\u2019s?!<\/div>\n
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What the hell?<\/div>\n
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No, that wasn\u2019t quite right. The man in front of her was taller, leaner, and more mature.<\/div>\n
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Most of all, it was his demeanor\u2014he seemed far colder than Roderick ever was, carrying an aura of frost that made him seem like a walking glacier.<\/div>\n
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\u201cDaddy.\u201d<\/div>\n
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Kevin, who had been sitting on the bench next to Madeleine, jumped down and ran over.<\/div>\n
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\u201cMommy doesn\u2019t remember me,\u201d he looked up at the man and said.<\/div>\n
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Roderick Livingston frowned, his cold, indifferent gaze falling upon Madeleine.<\/div>\n
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What stunt was she pulling this time?<\/div>\n
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Madeleine was still in a daze while Roderick stopped in front of her.<\/div>\n
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Looking at his face, identical to Roderick\u2019s, she finally couldn\u2019t help but ask, \u201cSir, who are you?\u201d<\/div>\n
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Roderick\u2019s face fell, his voice dropping to a dangerous chill.<\/div>\n
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\u201cMadeleine, are you done yet?\u201d<\/div>\n
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Damn! Even his voice was exactly like Roderick\u2019s.<\/div>\n
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A wave of dizziness washed over her.<\/div>\n
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She asked, her voice trembling, \u201cWhat year is it?\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201c2025.\u201d<\/div>\n
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Madeleine widened her eyes in disbelief.<\/div>\n
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She was in 2017 \u2026 wasn\u2019t she?<\/div>\n
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So she had traveled through time?!<\/div>\n
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Her future self had married her sworn enemy and even had a son with him!<\/div>\n
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Having read so many web-novels, she recognized this as a rather likely trope.<\/div>\n
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But \u2026 how could this be?<\/div>\n
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When her parents tried to set her up with Roderick, she had announced, \u201cNot a chance. Not even when he\u2019s the last man on earth. I\u2019d rather marry a dog.\u201d<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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