I Asked for a Baby Six Years and He Gave Her Two Instead Chapter 08

I Asked for a Baby Six Years and He Gave Her Two Instead Chapter 08

Ethan’s face paled slightly. 

The officer behind him continued, his tone formal. “We are here under the authority of the Capital Lab to handle this matter according to the law. This is the official statement.” 

“We’re here to address the marital infidelity and malicious persecution of Dr. Elena, uphold her legal rights, and hold relevant personnel 

accountable.” 

Seeing the official red–sealed document, Ethan staggered back a step, but he still clung to a glimmer of hope, 

“She’s not in the military–this isn’t a 

military–protected marriage.” 

He sneaked a glance at Chloe, signaling her. 

Realizing his hint, Chloe hugged her young son, grabbed her daughter’s hand, and dropped to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably–though panic and fear flickered in her eyes. 

Mrs. Bennett followed suit, collapsing to the floor, 

their wails piercing the air, 

“Mercy! Please spare us!” 

“Have pity on our family, on our innocent children!” 

My expression remained unchanged, 

“Do you think crying will work in the face of the 

law?” 

“Ethan, you’re the one who sent me to serve the country–did you never anticipate this day?” 

Ethan’s heart sank, but he still held onto hope. 

He thought I had no evidence, just empty 

accusations. 

What gave him even more confidence was that he believed I had no military affiliation, 

that our marriage wasn’t protected, and these people couldn’t touch him. 

The internal affairs officer handed the statement 

to Ethan- 

I had long been transferred under military jurisdiction, held military affiliation, and our 

marriage was protected by military law. 

Staring at the written statement, the bright red 

official seal, and the cold words printed on it, 

Ethan’s vision went dark. 

He dropped to his knees too. 

Unnoticed by everyone, Chloe started a live stream 

on her phone. 

In an instant, all four of them knelt on the floor, 

kowtowing repeatedly, sobbing and begging 

desperately- 

but their apologies twisted into something else, 

“What a sin! Government officials are assaulting 

us! They’re bullying ordinary citizens! Please, everyone, judge fairly! Save our family!” 

Ethan’s young son cried until his face turned bright 

red. 

Uninformed netizens flooded the comments, 

tagging official accounts demanding an 

explanation. 

I noticed the phone, stepped forward, and said 

sharply, 

“Hold it up!” 

Chloe’s hands trembled. 

I repeated firmly, 

“Hold the phone up!” 

“Film me!” 

“Let everyone see–how a woman who served her 

country diligently for six years, returned after 

dedicated service, discovered her husband had 

built another family! And now his mistress is 

trying to incite public opinion!” 

My voice boomed, the military insignia on my 

chest glinting as I stared straight into the camera. 

The live stream comments fell silent for a 

moment, 

“She’s a military officer!” 

“We trust the country!” 

I stood motionless, “Do you think you can escape punishment by crying after breaking the law? Do you really believe smearing us and seeking sympathy will make me let you off?” 

I snatched the phone, aiming it at Ethan. “Professor Ethan Carter! He sent me to that lab. 

He had me declared dead. He used my name to get benefits for his children. He abandoned his own mother for me to care for, while he played the perfect son–in–law here. His actions led to my 

father’s death.” 

Chloe, kneeling at the front, trembled violently. Her kowtowing slowed, tears mixing with panic on her face, her eyes filled with terror. 

She never imagined this outcome, 

“You’re crazy?” 

I smiled, turning the camera to her, “I’m not wrong 

-so your little trick won’t work on me.” 

She had thought I’d leave in grief or shame, then 

divorce Ethan quietly. 

She never expected me to blow the lid off 

everything. 

Chloe dared not imagine the consequences if their actions truly violated military–protected marriage laws–she and Ethan would face devastating 

punishment. 

The officers stepped forward, helping–or rather, guiding–Chloe and Ethan to their feet. “Mr. Carter,, 

Ms. Bennett. We’ll need to continue this 

discussion elsewhere.”