"Why do you want to?" Ruby asked. "He’s mature. He’s always so nice to people. This was just some accident. Why would you not want to live a good life with him?"
"I already told him about it even before we got married," she replied, unfazed. "He married me with hatred. We can’t live like this for the rest of our lives.
In fact, I think it might even be a good thing that the baby is gone."
And then, the door was kicked open, slamming against the wall with a loud thud. Both women turned to look, startled to see an enraged Spencer looking on.
"Oh...Mr. Cheng, what brings you here?" Ruby mumbled.
"Ruby, please leave us for a moment." Spencer stood stiffly.
"I’m sorry?" Ruby hesitated.
"I told you to leave us for now." "It’s okay. I want to have a word with him. Sorry to trouble you, Ruby," Fiona said.
Ruby sighed and shook her head. "I’ll go out for now then."
The door slammed shut behind her. There were two people in the ward: a pale woman sitting on the bed, and a tall well-built soldier standing his ground. Neither said a word.
The latter’s mind buzzed. Spencer just couldn’t control himself at the mention of their child. Before he knew it, he’d kicked the door open. The plan had just been to sneak in and take a look on her condition.
"What did you mean by that? If you don’t explain to me right now, I..."
"What?" Fiona raised her head and smiled mockingly. "Are you going to kill me too?"
He felt his entire body freeze. "Don’t push me, Fiona. The baby..." He gritted his teeth, unable to continue.
"That’s it for baby." She turned her head away from him. "After thinking it over, I think you made the best possible decision. Having a child would be a burden to us. I don’t want you to impose your hatred on it too. Even if you hadn’t aborted it, I probably would have. Maybe I should thank you in that regard."
"Fiona..." His face was twisted, as if he was mourning something important that had been lost. "Are you crazy? How could you be as cruel that you wish to kill your own child?"
"But you did it." Fiona’s eyes turned red. "I just wished for something you’ve already done. If I’m cruel, what does that make you? I won’t have your child, Spencer."
He rushed to her and grabbed her by the arm. "If you don’t want my baby, then whose is it do you want? Ryan? Or Charles?"
Fiona’s eyes widened. She stared at him with disbelief. "Charles? What are you talking about?"
"You don’t understand?" He took out his phone and opened an album, then handed it to Fiona. "Wha
ally did utterly hate him.
He paused before finally picking up the phone. "Hello?"
"Mr. Cheng, what took you so long to answer? Where are you? Didn’t you tell me you were supposed to be in a video conference?"
"Right. Wait a moment."
Fiona buried herself in the comfort of Comic Bear as she wailed. There was really no room for compromise when it came to her relationship with Spencer.
Meanwhile, near the north border of T Country was a tropical rainforest, upon which there was a base hidden in its densest area. Equipped with modern facilities, the base covered a large village and housed soldiers undergoing high intensity training. The whole area was surrounded by electric iron networks that fried anyone who touched them within three seconds. Guards were on duty 24/7, and vehicles coming in and out had to go through a very rigorous inspection.
Every single person roaming around was equipped with clothes and weapons marked with a bright red X. Far west was a large laboratory. In contrast to the others, the people there instead wore pristine lab coats, though they were no exception—a big X mark was also plastered across their chests.
At that moment, a young man was on the phone, standing alone at a room located in the residential area.
"Sir, the medicine we tried last time is completed in accordance with our client's demands. Please tell me the transaction address, so we can make arrangements to hand over the goods," the man said politely.
"Excellent." The man on the other end of the line spoke in a low voice. "The mission will take place in M City’s international airport this Friday afternoon. Make sure this handover is a success."
"Yes, sir!"