Chapter 95 We Can Have Another
After gently closing the door, Harry looked up and saw Rachel sitting nearby. She and Catherine hadn’t moved on from the pain of losing the child, and neither had he.
Harry leaned against the wall. He couldn’t help but feel powerless. How did everything come to this point?
Rachel approached him. She knew that Harry was devastated, but she couldn’t help but be angry at
him.
“I already told you over and over back then. Why didn’t you cherish Catherine properly?”
Harry remained silent. He looked down at the floor. His vision started to blur.
The child had been cremated. His ashes were now lying in a small urn.
Whenever Harry thought of that, his heart would clench painfully. It was suffocating.
Rachel couldn’t bring herself to blame him anymore. She patted Harry’s shoulder. “If you’re a man, win Cathy back and never break her heart again.”
“Got it.” Harry’s voice was trembling.
Rachel sighed.
Catherine’s condition only stabilized after almost a week of staying in the hospital. On the day she
was discharged, she saw Harry carrying an urn. Her eyes flickered.
Silently, Catherine stared at the urn. Tears started to fill her eyes. She bit her lip and wiped her tears
away.
So many days had passed, yet she still felt sad over the child she had lost. He would have been born in just a few more months.
Rachel held Catherine and patted her back. “Cathy, you can have another child in the future.
Catherine hummed in acknowledgment.
Harry noticed Catherine’s state. When she spotted the urn, Harry had the urge to hide it. But when Catherine kept staring at it, Harry couldn’t bring himself to move.
Catherine walked up to Harry and said hoarsely, “Hand it to me.”
After a slight pause, Harry placed the small urn in Catherine’s hands. Although it was light,
Catherine felt as though it weighed a ton. It was so heavy that she couldn’t lift it.
Catherine never let go of the urn during their journey to Neovara. She lowered it into the grave at the Zimmerman family’s cemetery herself.
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She bit her lip. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Suddenly, it started to rain in Neovara. In the biting cold, Harry stood behind Catherine with an
umbrella.
He said gently, “Let’s go back.”
Catherine didn’t move. She simply stared at the blank gravestone.
Harry didn’t try to persuade her to leave. Instead, he patiently stood behind Catherine and waited for her to compose herself.
Comforting words were never enough to make pain go away, especially when the pain came from losing a child. It would never fade away with time. Instead, it would leave a scar over time and ache
whenever touched.
Soon, it was nighttime. Harry helped Catherine up. “We should go back now.”
Catherine stood up obediently and looked at the gravestone one last time. However, her legs had gone numb from crouching for so long. She wobbled and fell to the ground.
Harry caught her in time, but he dropped the umbrella he was holding. The rain grew heavier.
Harry picked up the umbrella from the ground. He carried Catherine with one hand and held the umbrella up with the other before leaving the cemetery.
Drained, Catherine fell asleep in Harry’s arms.
The car was parked at the foot of the mountain. Harry placed Catherine in the car. He was drenched
from the rain.
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