His Beloved 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.

away her tears and turned back as if nothing

you have a

Why will I carry a lighter with me? Why do you need

it.” Lysander looked at the tissue in her hand. “Most medical waste is crushed and buried. I don’t want it to be buried with all those smelly

heavily. “I’ll go borrow

you going to borrow

You rest here for

Balance:28+0

1 Coins

1 Pearls

I Want to

have one.”

thought of Josiah Josiah should have one. I

Lysander remained silent.

pretend I didn’t say

Daphne bought a lighter from the hospital’s

a secluded spot and burned the tissue, along with the small clump of flesh

of wind scattered the ashes into

the ashes being blown away, leaving only a small black mark

to

no special

her appear fragile, as if a gust of

away.

if you want to cry,

her head. “Harper,

help you back to the ward to

not going this way.” Lysander pointed another