Chapter 1 You don't deserve to be my son's father!

"Shirina Louis, I want a divorce." With a merciless voice and cold eyes, Carl Charles looked Shirina Louis straight in the eye. His handsome face, combined with his cold appearance, made his aura cruel.

Shirina Louis's face paled, the movement of picking up food stopped in midair. Carl Charles's indifference made it difficult for her to breathe, as if her heart was being squeezed by a painful barbed wire. She asked him, trembling.

"You divorced me because of Kaytlyn Louis... right?"

Carl Charles remained silent, not avoiding her questioning gaze. Shirina Louis asked persistently, her voice wet.

"Why do you have to talk about this on your one year wedding anniversary?"

"..."

"Carl Charles, did you ever... love me... a little?"

Their eyes met. Carl Charles's deep black eyes were like a terrifying vortex. Shirina Louis felt that in the blink of an eye, he would swallow her whole. The pain in her heart made her whole body tremble.

She held Carl Charles's hand, sobbing.

"I don't want a divorce!"

Carl Charles's brow furrowed, and he withdrew his hand, revealing impatient hatred.

"I have already prepared the divorce papers. You just need to sign."

The divorce caused Shirina Louis to throw away her self-respect. She took Carl Charles's hand and placed it on the raised belly, begging meekly.

"I didn't sign! We've been married for over a year, and a baby is about to be born. Please don't leave me... beg you, don't leave me and your son..."

"Don't touch me!"

Carl Charles shoved Shirina Louis's arm so hard that she fell backwards. She frantically clung to the sheet of cards, causing all the food to fall on the floor. Hot broth poured over her.

Shirina Louis screamed in pain. "My belly... Carl Charles... my belly..."

Blood gushed out between her legs, making Shirina Louis dizzy and dizzy.

Carl Charles rushed her to the hospital. Lying in the ambulance, she reached out to grab his sleeve, imploring in a low voice.

"Don't leave me... don't leave me and baby..."

Carl Charles sat down to avoid her hand. The air in the car became stifling, and the nurses and doctors realized this couple was unusual. Shirina Louis burst into tears of shame. They took her to the emergency cesarean section. After thirty minutes, the sound of a baby crying echoed throughout the delivery room. The baby was born safely.

Under the effect of the anesthetic, Shirina Louis seemed to hear the gentle voice of Carl Charles. "Don't be afraid, I'm here"

Surely it wasn't an illusion. The divorce was just a dream. Shirina Louis smiled, peacefully sinking into a coma.

The moment she regained consciousness, the quiet room without a single person frightened Shirina Louis. Where's her baby boy? Where's Carl Charles?

"Bang." Someone opened the door to the room. The nurse rushed into the room, glancing sideways at her, voice spiteful. "Huh! When you wake up, get up and take your medicine. Are you going to lie there and act like a lady waiting for a servant?"

"Where's my child?" Shirina Louis grabbed the nurse's hand and asked impatiently. The rough movement makes the incision painful as if it wants to tear people in two. She clutched her stomach and sat on the bed, biting her lip, wanting to draw blood.

"You move so hard that you want the incision to burst, right? Are you intentionally causing more trouble for us?"

The nurse scolded Shirina Louis furiously, not hiding her disdain.

"Your seven-month-old baby had to have an emergency C-section because of a miscarriage. Do you think he could lie here like any other baby? It will have to be raised in an incubator until its organs are complete. Huh, it's true that the mother has her own child. The genetics are useless."

Since childhood, Shirina Louis has always endured all kinds of insults. She only cares about her son's condition. Although the nurse did not volunteer, she still showed the way to the intensive care room.

The nurse shoved an item into Shirina Louis's hand.

"You dropped this object before entering the operating room. I looked for Dr. Carl Charles to return it, but I couldn't find him."

Shirina Louis recognizes her birth mother's family heirloom. It is a rope with a pale yellow stone. She reached out to receive the item, but the nurse intentionally dropped it on the floor. The nurse smirked at her provocatively.

Shirina Louis bit her lip to endure the pain of the incision, squatting on the floor to pick up the stone. When she stood up, sweat poured down her forehead. She pulled the nurse's hand, timidly asking.

"You really don't see my husband? He took me to the hospital..."

"Isn't this your hospital? Shouldn't you be the one who knows best where your husband is?" The nurse scornfully shook off Shirina Louis's hand.

Shirina Louis's face turned pale. This is the hospital of the Louis family. Her father is the director, but she is the only child born of a prostitute, without inheritance.

The nurse continued to scoff. "You can ask Lady Louis where your husband is. I remember Dr. Carl Charles following Lady Louis as soon as his wife entered the operating room."

Shirina Louis sat dumbfounded on the bed. Even when the door slammed shut, she didn't raise her head.

Lady Louis is the sole heir to the hospital, Kaytlyn Louis. Carl Charles is the renowned head of the surgical department. Shirina Louis is Kaytlyn Louis's half-sister.

Carl Charles pursued Kaytlyn Louis for six years in college. People believe that the day Carl Charles came to work in the hospital was also the day he married Kaytlyn Louis, becoming the director's son-in-law. As a result, he married Shirina Louis, the unclean stepchild of the Louis family. Since then, she has gained a reputation for robbing her sister's lover.

Her husband followed someone else as she lay in pain in the delivery room. The humiliation made her heart ache. It turns out that divorce is not a dream. The more she thought about it, the more painful it was. Shirina Louis wiped her tears and found her son. As long as her son is by her side, she believes she will have the courage to face all the difficulties ahead.

Shirina Louis's son is the grandson of the dean, so they gave him preference for the single-type intensive care unit. The abdominal incision took Shirina Louis over ten minutes to get to the intensive care unit. From inside came a deep male voice.

"Is it Carl Charles? I knew he wouldn't throw his son away."

Shirina Louis reassured herself and pushed open the door. The scene inside seemed to steal all the surrounding air. Even if she died, she would recognize it as Kaytlyn Louis. She and Carl Charles were standing, hugging each other right next to the bed with the big glass cage.

Why can Carl Charles treat her mother and daughter so cruelly? Why did he force his newborn child to witness the scene of his biological father having an affair?

Kaytlyn Louis stroked Carl Charles' chest, her voice coy.

"I gave him a HI097 injection. If you want it to continue to live, you can only give it to me."

"It's been less than twenty-four hours since it was born. Its body can't handle the strong toxicity. I'll give you another test item." Carl Charles. He reached out and stroked Kaytlyn Louis' hair, lovingly said.

"Look, you're missing the baby, aren't you? Is it because it's Shirina Louis's child that you don't have the heart to take action?" Kaytlyn Louis giggled, her eyes darting amorously kissing Carl Charles's face.

Shirina Louis clearly overheard their conversation. Carl Charles and Kaytlyn Louis consider her son as a test subject, wanting to take him to research and try new poisons. The truth was as terrible as a thousand knives stabbing into Shirina Louis' heart. The flames of anger burned her body, gnawing at the last of her reasons. Anyone who touches her son, she will kill without mercy.

Shirina Louis furiously rushed into the room, grabbed the water dispenser, and smacked Carl Charles on the head.

"You don't deserve to be my son's father!"

Kaytlyn Louis awkwardly jumped aside, belting.

"AAA! What the hell are you doing?"

After she hit Carl Charles on the head, he fell onto the bed with a glass cage. The glass broke, revealing the weak and pale baby. This image destroys the mind of Shirina Louis. She grabbed the fruit knife that was on the top of the cabinet and thrust the knife into Carl Charles' chest with all her might. They both fell on the bed next to each other. Carl Charles fell on his back underneath, but his hand still caught her shoulder just in time to prevent her from falling.

"Why... why don't you dodge... Why help me?"

Shirina Louis's face turned white. Don't you hate her? Why are you helping her? Where's the cruelty when he said he wanted to divorce her? Why are those deep eyes so quiet?

Carl Charles's body moved slightly, causing Shirina Louis to panic, the knife hand subconsciously pressed hard. Carl Charles glared at her in disbelief. Her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't hold the knife. The three words "I hate you" filled her head, but couldn't get out of her throat.

"You... listen to me..." Carl Charles uttered each word with difficulty.

Shirina Louis did not trust the anguished expression on his face. She cried.

"Don't fool me again! I will never trust you again! I don't forgive someone who wants to kill my child."

Carl Charles let go of her shoulder, reaching out to touch her tear-stained face. The pain in his chest made his face contort in pain.

"Don't touch me!" Shirina Louis jumped out of the way of Carl Charles. An electric wire from behind wrapped around her neck and tightened.

A body drenched in perfume hugged Shirina Louis tightly. Kaytlyn Louis' whisper pierced her ear.

"Shirina Louis, why are you so cruel? It's not his fault that Carl Charles doesn't love you. Why did you kill your husband? If you want to fight and kill, then take it out on me!"