The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 23 I Want to Burn It

Lysanne finally understood why Josiah had been acting so strangely today.

She softened her voice as she said, “But you love me, don’t you? We are going to get married in the future. The existence of that child will only disturb our happy life. If you want a child, it’s simple, right? We will have children in the future, too. Moreover, the child in my belly will also be yours.

“Don’t think too much. She’s only been pregnant for a month. That’s not really a child yet. It’s just a fertilized egg, a cell, or even just a pool of blood…”

“Stop talking.”

Josiah’s mind was filled with the image of the tissue paper soaked in blood. The deep crimson color pierced his heart.

“When will you be back? I’ll wait for you to have dinner together,” Lysanne asked.

“I want to be alone for a while. You go ahead and eat; don’t wait for me.”

From the obstetrics and gynecology department to the medical waste disposal center, it was about 600 feet away.

After being a doctor for so many years, Lysander’s speed had been honed. In the past, she could run back and forth in two minutes. However, it took her more than twenty minutes to walk there today, with Daphne supporting her all the way.

The pain in her lower abdomen was intermittent, making her break out in a cold sweat when it flare up. She had to stop and take deep breaths.

Daphne felt uncomfortable watching. She turned her face away and secretly wiped away tears.

“Harper,” Lysander called out.

immediately wiped away her tears and turned back as if nothing had happened.

have

carry a lighter

tissue in her hand. “Most medical waste is crushed and buried. I don’t want it to

nodded heavily. “I’ll

you going to borrow

around. You rest

Balance:28+0

1 Coins

1 Pearls

I

have one.”

Josiah Josiah should have one. I just saw him

Lysander remained silent.

Just pretend I

a lighter from the hospital’s convenience

burned the tissue, along with the small clump

gust of wind scattered the ashes into the air,

only a small black mark on the cement floor where the tissue

turned to look at

had no special

appear fragile, as if a gust of wind could

away.