"Mr. Olson, why are you doing this?" the doctor pleaded. "Even if you despise your wife and refuse to acknowledge your own bloodline, the baby is innocent!
"This little girl, born prematurely at barely four pounds, fought so fiercely to survive. She endured a landslide and still kept breathing. With proper care, she could live.”
"How could you..." His voice cracked as he stared at him in horror. "How could you smother her to death with a pillow?!"
With a click, tears fell rapidly, hitting the ground one by one.
Casey's heart broke into pieces.
It was gone after all.
Ethan killed her and her child with her own hands.
The man in front of her still looked cold and indifferent. He turned away and even thought it was dirty to take a look at the package in the doctor's arms.
“She should die early and be reborn sooner. She doesn't deserve to be born into this world.
“I promised Lily that I would only take care of her in this life and no one can take away my love for her.
“Besides, how could I let a woman of low status give birth to my child? Clean up this before Casey wakes up, understand?”
The doctor in a white coat looked at the bruised baby in his arms with pity and nodded.
“Mr. Olson, don't worry, I will keep this to myself and no one else will know about it,” he promised.
Ethan nodded perfunctorily and answered a phone call with obvious nervousness on his face.
“Lily was seriously frightened by that woman this time. I have to go and accompany her immediately.
“The baby girl should rush into the sewer immediately. I'll leave Casey to you. You know what to say.”
In the ward, Casey felt chilled to the bone, lying on the bed like a rusty machine, lifeless.
Lily boldly seduced Ethan and the two of them were so passionate that they could not help but start burning with passion on the bed next to her.
With tears shimmering in her eyes, Lily coaxed Ethan softly, "You two should get a divorce.
"I regret it. I don't want her carrying your child and I refuse to let you sleep with her just to produce an heir!"
Ethan's body swayed slightly at her words. His gaze darkened, sharp and unwavering as he looked straight at her.
"Impossible," he stated coldly. "Casey has been by my side for three or four years. She is a dutiful wife and a worthy Mrs. Olson.
"Anything else, I can agree to. But divorce? Never."