"Who gave you the right to touch my things?"
Logan looked up when he saw her, his brows immediately knitting together again.
"What are you making a fuss about now?"
"My entire tent was turned upside down. I can't even come here and ask for an explanation?"
Amy timidly set the jar down and leaned closer to Logan.
"Please don't be angry, Serena. I just thought the paste smelled nice and wanted to try a little. Logan said it was fine…"
"It was fine?" Serena repeated the words and suddenly laughed. "I wouldn't even use that jar when I was coughing up blood and couldn't sleep, and you just open your mouth and say it's fine?"
Logan stood up, his expression darkening.
"Amy isn't feeling well because she's pregnant. If she used it, then she used it. Just buy another one when you return home. Do you really have to argue over something this trivial?"
Serena looked at the man in front of her. His eyes held nothing but disgust as he shielded the woman behind him.
In that moment, Serena suddenly realized something with perfect clarity. Logan was no longer the man he used to be.
All the vows and promises that had once moved her and convinced her completely shattered in that instant.
The final trace of hesitation in Serena's heart disappeared.
She spoke slowly, her voice calm.
"When I had a high fever, you used my life-saving medicine to please someone else. When I started coughing blood, you told me to keep working. Now even the things my parents sent me, you give away like they mean nothing."
She stepped forward half a step, staring directly at Logan.
"Logan, what exactly am I to you? Your wife, or just a tool you use to repay a debt?"
"Serena!" Logan's voice suddenly rose. "I already told you. Once the war ends and we return home, then—"
"There won't be a 'then.'" Serena said. "Let's get divorced."
The tent instantly fell silent.
The charcoal fire crackled softly. Amy widened her eyes, though she couldn't hide the brief flicker of satisfaction in them.
Logan stood frozen in place, as if he hadn't heard her clearly.
"When the six-month deployment ends and we return home, we'll handle the paperwork on the first day."
Serena turned and walked toward the exit. When she reached the entrance, she paused and glanced back at him.
"Dr. Lockwood, please continue assigning duties according to the schedule. If there are wounded who need stitching, I will still fulfill my responsibilities."
After saying that, she lifted the tent flap and walked out without looking back.
Outside, night had completely fallen. The sandstorm hadn't stopped. If anything, it had grown even stronger.
Maya was checking the medical supplies. When she saw Serena enter, she quickly wiped her eyes.
"Serena, you're back!"
Serena walked over to the medicine shelf and began checking the records—tetanus serum, antibiotics, painkillers, gauze, disinfectant.
"We still have about three days' worth of tetanus serum. The resupply should arrive tomorrow." She closed the notebook and looked at Maya. "If any wounded develop a fever tonight, follow the standard procedure. If you're unsure about anything, come get me immediately."
Maya nodded, hesitated for a moment, then spoke.
"Serena, are you really going to divorce Dr. Lockwood? In our tribe, it's common for men to have two wives. But divorce… I've never seen a woman ask for one in all my seventeen years."
Serena paused, her gaze drifting toward the dark night outside.
"Maya, when a road reaches its end, you have to choose another one. Not everything can be endured and simply passed through."
Maya hesitated, her voice growing softer.
"Dr. Hart… actually, I'm Amy's cousin. But I like following you more. There's a light in your eyes I've never seen before. You taught me how to read, how to use medical equipment, and you told me women can become doctors too. My mother says a woman like you appears in our tribe maybe once in a hundred years."
Serena was momentarily stunned, then she smiled. It was a faint smile, but warm.
"Thank you, Maya."
Maya's eyes were slightly red, but her gaze was firm.
"So no matter what decision you make, I'll support you. You're braver than any woman in our tribe."
After saying that, Maya seemed embarrassed and quickly ran out of the tent, leaving Serena standing there alone.
After a long moment, Serena came back to herself and shook her head with a helpless smile. She sat on the edge of the bed, and after a while, murmured softly to herself.
"It's alright."
Yes. It would be alright.
Her hand gently rested on her belly, where a small life was growing.
More than six months now. Sometimes the baby kicked her, lively and mischievous. When the child was born, perhaps they would cry through the night, or perhaps they would be a gentle baby.
Thinking of that, Serena straightened slightly and spoke softly, her voice filled with gentle apology.
"Baby, I'm sorry. Mommy couldn't control her emotions today. It might have affected you, but I promise it won't happen again."
The child inside her moved gently, as if responding. Serena smiled, yet tears slipped down her face.
She raised a hand to wipe them away, but fresh tears kept coming. Eventually she stopped wiping them and simply let them fall.
Meanwhile, inside Amy's tent, Logan was gently helping her sip some porridge.
