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. O