It's time for me to leave

2025-06-20 15:33:49660

Chapter 5

The crushed stones cut the lips painfully.

The stench hit, and Lyra felt nauseating and rushed to the well to scoop water to rinse her mouth.

Behind him, Smith said coldly, "Wasting food is not what a military family should do!"

"Since you were my wife, you should not have the habits of these young ladies!"

He knew very well that his wife was not like that.

Sometimes when a little bit of minced meat accidentally dropped on the ground, Lyra would pick it up with concern to see if it could still be eaten.

Instead, he gave Harper more Franklin than he could use up. Even the 潲水 in his kitchen had large chunks of chicken and pork, and when he checked, he blamed the slaughterhouse for having too much.

No matter how much she argued, Smith would be partial to Harper.

Lyra doesn't want to pester anymore.

"I have a clear conscience."

"Just Smith, don't regret it."

Having said that, she threw down the barrel, walked straight out of the yard outside, and rode her bike to the clinic.

She was completely oblivious to Smith's sneer and mockery in the yard outside.

"Regret?"

A woman like you who stubbornly refuses to leave, what is there for me to regret?

"Do you have the ability to go abroad like Harper? Harper can only stay with me for a dozen days, but you want to pester me for the rest of my life. It's disgusting to think about!"

Whether it's a fit of anger or the truth.

Lyra's heart was pierced long ago.

The cold wind of the street was howling, stinging her cracked face.

The French skincare products at home had long expired and turned into a yellow wax block.

It's not that there are no new ones, but the newly imported French products, which Smith had promised her as a birthday present, were snatched away by Harper before they even opened.

That day, seeing her husband come home empty-handed again, Lyra didn't ask any more questions.

All she asked was a grand excuse, "Harper can't get used to a hard life. You're used to being honest and capable. Do you have to snatch something from her?"

Yes, if you can't get a true heart, it's better not to.

There are very few people in the clinic.

Lyra took out a sack of abortion application and handed it to Dr. Clay.

Taking the application, Dr. Clay looked hesitant.

"Miss Lyra, have you thought it through?"

"Harper is the colonel's first love, and it's only been a few days since he returned home. Just hold on a little longer."

"Life has to go on. Maybe the colonel has figured it out later. If you cut off contact, you'll be able to win his heart completely."

As a woman, the doctor was also giving good advice.

To keep the dissipated husband back home, just to get a chance to escape poverty.

Lyra shook her head.

"Marriage isn't like that."

"The more you don't want to let go, the less free he feels and the more annoyed he gets. Besides, I'm not living to please him."

"Please keep it a secret about signing up for the post."

At this point, the doctor could say no more.

After the semi-anesthesia, the cold duckbill clamps kept churning, and there was a violent pain in the lower body.

Lyra's forehead was drenched in sweat, and her fingers clung tightly to the edge of the iron bed.

More painful than the body is the heart.

The child, she had come up with three or four names and knitted three or four small vests for spare.

Now she watched the baby, whose heart was pounding in her womb, turn into a blurry mass of flesh and blood, lying on a cold, reflective surgical plate.

She could no longer bear such a blow.

Lyra finally couldn't hold on any longer. Her head tilted and she lost consciousness.