Quinn was trembling with anger. Worried about her injury, I glanced at her with concern.
I had never seen Quinn cry before. However, her eyes were now red, though she tried hard to keep her voice steady. “Harry, I didn’t take the pill last time. I’m pregnant.”
Harry gave an ambiguous laugh. “Sure, if you say you’re pregnant, you’re pregnant. Whatever you say, Don’t bother me before Melinda’s mood gets better.”
Harry was about to hang up when Quinn stopped him in a hoarse but firm voice. “Wait. Before the bomb exploded, I told you we’re getting divorced.”
“And I said,”—Harry’s tone turned cold—”do what you want.”
Both Quinn and I were pregnant, but not only did Chuck and Harry not believe us, they didn’t even care if we were injured during the explosion. The fact that we lost our ability to have children meant nothing to them.
Quinn turned to me and insisted, “Scarlett, no more tears. We’re getting divorced.”
I wiped my tears and nodded resolutely.
…
On the day we were transferred to the general ward, we had our lawyer deliver the divorce papers to Chuck and Harry.
However, both of them were furious upon seeing the documents. They kicked the door open and stormed into the ward.
“Are you two out of your minds? Do you want a divorce?”
Quinn remained calm. “That’s right. That way, you’ll have room for Melinda.”
Harry’s eyes flashed with barely restrained anger. He pulled out a lighter from his pocket and was about to light a cigarette when the doctor walked in, frowning.
“What are you doing? No smoking in the ward.”
After saying that, the doctor handed two documents to Quinn and me. It was a notice regarding the handling of our unborn children.
“The aftermath of the explosion was too severe,” the doctor explained. “We’ve preserved the remains of
