CHAPTER 3: CHAPTER 3: BACK TO FIVE YEARS AGO

The first thing she needs to do now is go to the pharmacy to buy medicine.

The pain of losing a child, she doesn’t want to endure it a third time!

But, she had already lost two children in her previous life. Does she have to cruelly kill her baby in the cradle again in this one?

Leaving the pharmacy, Sienna Quinn’s hand trembled violently as she held the water cup, unable to bring the pill to her mouth.

Thinking of the day she fell down the stairs and lost her child, thinking of how Miles Grant took her kidney and killed her along with her child, her heart felt like it was pierced by a sharp sword.

No, she can’t kill the child again.

Since she has relived this life, she must keep the child.

With this decision made, Sienna Quinn poured the water into her mouth, and threw the empty cup and the pill into the nearby trash bin.

She took out her phone to check, suddenly remembering something, her pupils dilated, followed by a hint of a bitter smile on her face.

Returning to this moment, perhaps it’s not so bad.

At least, she hasn’t given up the opportunity to study abroad.

Landon Lawson received the divorce agreement two days later.

Seeing the words "Divorce Agreement" clearly written on the white paper, his face stiffened slightly, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

His slender fingers tapped randomly on the table, once, twice...

The air seemed to stagnate, and the assistant Nolan Shaw’s heart tightened. He had never seen the CEO with such a tense expression, as if it was the prelude to a storm.

"She wants a divorce?" The man finally spoke, his voice deep and calm, unable to hide a trace of indescribable anger.

"Use every means to become Mrs. Lawson, married less than a week and already wants a divorce?" To be precise, exactly three days.

Shamelessly beguiled grandfather, forced him to marry her, drugged him, and forced him to sleep with her, only to turn around and want a divorce?

Is this the timid woman who sticks by his side like a fly, impossible to shake off?

Nolan Shaw quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and softly said, "It seems... yes."

Landon Lawson’s lips curled into a cold smile, his defined fingers slowly flipped through the A4 paper on the table, only two short pages, clearly written in size five font: Leave with nothing.

At the bottom was her handwritten signature.