"Miss Smith, you are still not pregnant."

The hope in Shirley Smith's eyes disappeared suddenly, and she bit her lip and responded, "...Okay."

The doctor returned the check-up report to her, with some sympathy in his eyes: "Miss Smith, otherwise... Give up. Your body really can't stand the torment anymore, and you do get pregnant, you may not make it to term..."

Shirley Smith bit her lip and said nothing. She was cold all over.

The doctor was a little worried about her, and hurriedly called her twice: "Miss Smith? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, I'm listening." Her voice was trembling, and her lips had lost their blood color and were pale.

The doctor looked at her like this and sighed: "In fact, if you have chemotherapy now, there is still a chance that you can prolong your life."

"No, I have to get pregnant," she stood up and said, "Doctor, please give me the injection to promote ovulation again, I want to try again."

The doctor still disagreed: "You have been given this injection for half a year. This is a hormone that will accelerate the growth of your cancer cells!"

"...It's okay, give me."

"Miss Smith, why are you doing this?"

"Thank you."

"Oh..." The doctor had no choice but to prescribe for her and handed it to her: "Turn left on the second floor and go for an injection. The best time to conceive is within 24 hours of this injection. You should seize the opportunity."

Shirley Smith took the prescription and thanked him: "Thank you."

......

At nine o'clock in the evening, there was no one in the villa except her.

Shirley Smith had long been accustomed to such loneliness and emptiness, and she had no time to be emotional. Her life had begun to count down, and there was no chance for her to breathe.

She had to seize these golden 24 hours.

She dialed the familiar number and waited.

Beep beep beep--

No one answered.

She dialed it again without giving up, as long as he didn't answer, she would keep calling until he answered her phone.

Finally, a second before the automatic hang-up, Sebastian Smith picked up.

His voice was full of irritability and impatience, "Shirley Smith, what do you want to do? Is it interesting to keep delaying like this?"

Delaying?

She laughed at herself, yeah, she tried her best to guard this marriage for four years, and finally it was about to come to an end.

"Don't you want to get a divorce?" She said, "...I agree."

Sebastian paused, "Are you really willing to divorce?"

"Yes, but I have a condition. You come back tonight and stay with me."

Sebastian sneered: "Shirley, is this a new trick you came up with?"

"Just as you think. Sebastian Smith, I only give you this one chance. If you don't come tonight, you will never want to get divorced with me in this life, and you will never want to marry Sylvia Baker. You think it yourself."

After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone decisively.

For this multiple choice question, she knew what Sebastian Smith would do.

For Sylvia, he had always been willing to do everything, so he would definitely come back.

There was a fine weather tonight. The moon was round into a big plate, and it was scattered on the floor with a silver afterglow. Next to the moon, there were bright stars in the sky.

Sebastian Smith, if one day I am gone, whenever you look up and see the stars in the sky, will you think of me for a second?

We once had a child. He was very well-behaved and he looked very much like you.

But now he is lying in the intensive care unit, and he can't move. He's got tubes all over him, waiting for me to save his life.

I must be pregnant and have a second child, so that I can have cord blood to save him, and I am running out of time...

Dididi——

It was the voice of the fingerprint lock. Was he back?

Shirley hurriedly rouged her lips in front of the mirror to make her complexion a little better.

"Sebastian..." She greeted him.

In the next second, a huge force pulled her over and threw her on the bed.

He was full of hatred almost the whole time, he didn't show any pity at all, and he didn't say a word during the whole process.

Shirley's tears were about to overflow, but she didn't say a word.

At the end, she coughed violently from her own tears. She lay on the bed for a long time without the energy to get up, and she was so painful that she lost her strength.

Sebastian's voice came coldly from the top of Shirley’s head: "Satisfied?"

"..."

"Sign when you are satisfied."

She stood up trembling and asked, "Did you drink?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

"You have a bad stomach, it's best not to drink."

"If I don't get drunk, how can I resist nausea and touch you?"

There was a strong bloody smell from her throat, and the viscous liquid overflowed from the corner of her mouth. Shirley frowned, wiped it clean with the bed sheet under her, and her heart was cold.

Her tone was still calm and gentle: "You come back so quickly, there should be no traffic jams on the road."

Sebastian had sorted himself out, lit a cigarette, sat in the shadows, and said lightly: "I came back for a divorce. Of course I had to hurry."

"Just so impatient?"

She was sitting with her back to him, her voice was still a little weak, and she started coughing again because of the smell of smoke.

"Didn't you know that I can't wait?" Sebastian deliberately vomited the smoke ring in her direction, seeing her whole body coughing and shaking, and there was an inexplicable refreshment in his heart: "I've fulfilled your terms, and we're getting divorced tomorrow morning."

"Not yet, Sebastian, what I said was-stay with me tonight, tonight, all night."

Sebastian pinched out the cigarette, and sneered: "Shirley, you are really shameless."

When did he fall in love with Sebastian?

Shirley recalled it for a moment, but he didn't seem to remember clearly.

She only remember that they grew up together. His family and her family had friendship spanning two or more generations. They were childhood sweethearts. Everyone was waiting for them to grow up, get married so that they can be more close.

At that time, Sebastian treated her very well. She had been suffering from hypoglycemia since she was a child, and Sebastian always took her favorite star candy with him. As long as she was uncomfortable, he could give it to her immediately.

When she was in school, all the love letters she received were intercepted by Sebastian. He would jealously teach her that none of the boys were half as good as himself. On her birthday, he would also start folding paper stars for her a few months in advance, filled large glass bottles with those stars, and gave her as a birthday present.

At that time, she was pampered and arrogant, and deliberately acted like a baby to him: "These stars are fake, I want real stars."

Sebastian would always touch her nose in a doting manner: "Then I will pick it for you."

"I'm kidding. The stars are all in the sky, how do you pick them?"

"As long as you want, I can pick it for you."

"You lie me."

"Shirley, I will pick them for you when you marry me."

Shirley thought, is it true that when people are about to die, they always extremely miss the good days in the past?

She touched the blood on the bed sheet with her hand, and felt that fate was really too ironic. God seemed to disagree with her good life and had to destroy everything she had.

She and Sebastian went from a sweet love to a complete break, and it was only five years.

Five years ago, the day before their wedding banquet, Sebastian's parents both died in a car accident, and it was her father who caused the accident!

Later, her mother and uncle merged and purchased all the properties of the Jones family in a lightning manner. Originally, the two big families in City H merged into one in this violent and cruel way. And her uncle became the actual person in power who had properties of Smith family and Jones family.

This result was unexpected. No matter whoever looked at it, it seemed to be a big conspiracy that had already been planned long ago. The all thing finally settled on that day, and the Jones family won a complete victory.

All this happened too suddenly. When she reacted, Sebastian broke with her almost frantically, smashing all the glass bottles in front of her. And there were scattered paper stars all over the floor. He stepped on them soles of your feet with pity, squashed them, and crushed them.

He pointed to her nose, his eyes were red, and he said word by word: "Shirley, **** off here! I never want to see you again!"

At that time, Sebastian was 23 years old, his parents were gone, the company was gone, and nothing was left. But Shirley, who was 20, found out that she was pregnant.

Sebastian hated her so much. She was afraid that Sebastian could not accept the child, so she could only secretly go abroad to give birth to the child, thinking about waiting for him to calm down for a while before coming to explain to him. She didn't know all of this, and she didn't know how could it become like this.

But misfortunes never come singly. An accident happened during her delivery. The child was seriously ill from birth and had been living in the intensive care unit. She panicked and went back to her country to find a solution together with him, but what she saw was another girl cuddling in his arms.

That girl was called Sylvia.

She heard that it was Sylvia who accompanied him through the most difficult time.

She heard that he regarded Sylvia as the only ray of sunshine in his life.

She heard that with the encouragement of Sylvia, he made a comeback and re-emerged as a dark horse. The rapid expansion of his business in just two years had been powerful enough to compete with the current Smith family.

She heard that they were already preparing for the wedding...

It was just that she and Sebastian got a marriage certificate before, but they haven't had time to have wedding. Legally, Sebastian was married, and Shirley was his legal wife. Sylvia can't just marry him.

During the four years when she was Mrs. Jones, Sebastian never stopped forcing her to sign the divorce agreement all the time, and she tried her best to reject him.

She always thought that she and Sebastian were in love and that she could wait until he found out what was going on and he would change his mind. But after four years of waiting, instead of waiting for Sebastian to turn around, she waited for the diagnosis of lung cancer.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her chest, the past touched her thoughts, and she had a severe cough.

This time the smell of blood became more violent, and blood droplets spit directly out from her mouth, dripping onto the white bed sheet.

"What's wrong with you?" Sebastian asked, seeing her trembling.

Her heart melt, and her tears came out, "Sebastian , I...I have something very important to tell you. Actually, my health is very bad, I am sick..."

Sebastian sneered and interrupted her: "Don't tell me you are dying of illness. I will only set off firecrackers to celebrate. When you die, I don't even have to divorce with you, I just become widowed. I can marry Sylvia anytime."

The following words "..." were all stuck in her throat and stuck in her heart.

He asked: "What else do you want to say?"

What else did she want to say?

She shook her head: "No more."

Sebastian's gaze seemed to have noticed something, and he looked at the sheets.

She hurriedly covered the red traces with her body, pretending that nothing happened.

"What's that?" Sebastian walked over, picked her up and threw her away, looking at the red mark on the sheets: "This is... blood?"

Shirley bit her lip and clenched her fist to withstand the pain.

Sebastian looked at her contemptuously, pointed to the small spot of blood, and said, "Why, for tonight, you even repaired your hymen?"