When I woke up again, it was the afternoon of the third day.

The abdomen had become slightly sunken, and there was a pricking pain like a needle.

The surgical plate was empty, and the child was cremated as requested and placed in an urn on the bedside table.

Lyra stroked the box, her eyes reddened again and again.

She got up with difficulty, took the box and tried to get a certificate from the doctor that she was not pregnant.

Just as she reached the office door, her dangling hand suddenly stopped.

From inside came Harper's bashful voice.

"Doctor, could you prescribe some pregnancy medicine?"

"The colonel and I have planned the time. Maybe we can have a baby during these ten days!"

The doctor paused.

"Colonel, it seems that your ex-wife, Miss Lyra, is pregnant..."

Not bad.

To keep it a secret, she didn't disclose the news that the child was gone.

Harper responded at once, lamenting, "Smith, what?"

"Given Lyra's stubborn nature, she surely wants to give birth to the child and bind you for a lifetime!" "

Smith was silent for a moment and said firmly, "It has nothing to do with me that she wants to have a baby."

"If the child is born, I won't recognize it, let alone inherit a penny of my property and merit."

My heart is chilling.

Lyra clung tightly to the urn and accidentally bumped her elbow against the door.

In less than two seconds, the door was snapped open.

Smith's sharp eyes tightened and he gave her an impatient glance.

"Sure enough, it's you."

"I thought you were crying and going back to your parents' house, but I didn't expect you to follow me to the hospital!"

"Are you so fond of spying on me and Harper?"

Harper came out slowly with her arms around her chest.

"Perhaps Lyra has gone back to her parents' house and thought you would coax her back, but it never came."

"So you're so anxious that you've even come to the hospital, right?"

"If so, how come you're carrying an urn?"

Their eyes were fixed on the urn in unison.

The hands holding the urn tightened.

Lyra pretended to be calm and replied, "Rather than mocking me, it's better to focus on preparing for pregnancy."

"Just think about it. Isn't it honorable to go abroad with a big belly on the company's stipend?"

The air froze for a moment.

No one expected that she, who had always been restrained, would dare to retort like that.

Embarrassed, Harper pouted pitifully and tugged at Smith's sleeve.

"Smith, didn't she mean that rumors would harm me?"

Smith's face darkened.

"Lyra, I don't know what you're thinking?"

"Isn't it just to pretend to have a miscarriage, to put an empty urn here for a pitiful play to win my sympathy?"

"Seeing that I wouldn't sympathize with you, you're threatening Harper instead, right?"

He snatched the urn.

"With me around, you can't bully Harper!"

There was no time to defend himself.

The urn was forcefully lifted and smashed to the ground, shattering to ashes.

Lyra took a pause in her breath, hurriedly climbed onto the ground and carefully picked up the child's remains.

"Smith, you're not a human!"

"This is your own child. How could you treat him like this!"

Seeing her so anxious.

A hint of doubt flashed in Smith's eyes, but soon returned to a cold and disgusted expression.

"Pretend, keep pretending."

"Look at you, crawling on the ground like a dog, not showing any dignity!"

What dignity, what dignity.

As a mother, she doesn't want anything. She just wants her child to rest in peace.

"Stop pretending!"

"Get up!"

Smith shouted coldly.

With a sudden push of his military boots, the child's little bones broke instantly, making a crisp crack.

Now it was his turn to be stunned.

"This... Is it real bone?"