Chapter 2

In the middle of the night, I opened my eyes and saw a dark figure standing by the bed.

In the darkness, the bionic unit's pupils stared unblinkingly at me, and she reached out to grip my neck.

"Will you please give me back what's mine?"

I spiked another high fever. Liam held me, his expression grave.

"Is it a lingering effect from being in a coma for so long? Are you having hallucinations? Echo is just a robot."

Liam's words made me start to doubt myself.

Until she emerged from the kitchen with a basin, walked through the living room, and suddenly spilled the entire pot of scalding soup all over me.

Echo watched me writhe in agony, my skin blistering, her expression cold.

"Liam's favorite body... it has to be one of a kind."

Hearing my shriek, Liam rushed out of the room, cradling me, ready to take me to the hospital.

I suppressed the pain, staring intently at Echo.

"Call the police! She did it on purpose!"

"Impossible!"

Liam denied it without hesitation.

I was stunned. Once, if I so much as looked slightly upset,

Liam would cut ties with his best friend without a second thought.

And now, when I personally begged for help, he instinctively defended that bionic human.

"Her reaction speed is a hundred times yours; she would never spill a plate. You must have accidentally bumped into her."

"I can tell you really dislike Echo. She's just a robot who doesn't know anything. High temperatures will damage Echo's parts, don't try to get rid of her this way."

As he spoke, Liam unknowingly gripped my wound, his mind completely preoccupied with someone else, even as he stood by my side.

Suddenly, I lost all desire to confide in him.

Because the scalding was severe, Liam brought me soup to feed me.

"Echo stayed up all night making this soup, and even cut her finger. She's truly devoted to you."

Before he finished speaking, I gagged, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

My mouth and throat felt like they had been slashed by a sharp blade.

It was a bowl of soup laced with razor blades.

Liam's face suddenly turned grim. He scrutinized me coldly.

"Do you hate Echo that much? To resort to such a dirty trick just to frame her? Where did you hide the blood pack in your mouth? I almost forgot, faking a coughing fit with blood, you're always so good at that."

The phone suddenly rang. Echo's voice was sweet.

"Did Mrs. Hayes finish my soup?"

Liam replied softly.

"Of course."

Then he forced the entire bowl of soup into my mouth.

"Don't try these pathetic theatrics again. Echo's fundamental programming makes it impossible for her to harm humans."

Amidst agonizing pain, I continued to spray blood, but Liam, utterly disappointed by my coldness, simply walked away.

It wasn't until I desperately pressed the emergency call button that I was rushed to the operating room.

"Mrs. Hayes, you're three months pregnant. The surgery might affect the baby!"

I closed my eyes, letting tears stream down my face.

"It's fine."

After all, this was a child destined not to stay.

After leaving the operating room, I immediately called the Bionic Human Deactivation Center.

By afternoon, a group of people arrived at the house.

But the uniforms they wore said, "Second Psychiatric Hospital."

"My wife is suffering from severe persecutory delusions."

Despite my violent struggles, they strapped me to the bed with restraints.

Liam gently stroked my lower abdomen, his voice soft.

"My love, I know you're pregnant. You're sick, but don't be afraid. I'll make sure you recover."