His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 688 Coming After Me

His gaze fell upon the several cars haphazardly parked in the middle of the village road.

This was the only slightly flat main road around here. When Josiah first came to this place, he was considerate enough to park his car at the entrance of the village, where it wouldn’t cause any inconvenience. However, the owners of the cars currently parked here evidently hadn’t given it much thought.

After clearly seeing the haphazardly parked cars that nearly blocked the entire road, Lysander had no choice but to park Josiah’s car a bit further from the original spot. “There’s no other way,” she said. “If we parked at the original spot, it would cause trouble for the villagers coming in and out. Let’s leave it like this for now.

“Maybe veer off a bit, one of the owners of the cars here are specifically coming for me.” Josiah squinted, his eyes flickering with a hint of danger.

A name flashed through Lysander’s mind, causing her to draw in a sharp breath. “Dillon? He arrived so quickly?” she exclaimed.

Although there had been no updates from the police yet, all the current signs pointed to one conclusion, they were undeniably connected to the body found in the pond.

Dillon rushed over at such a critical moment, it was clear that he had already received the unfortunate news of his subordinate encountering Josiah here.

Lysander recalled something that she had temporarily put to the back of her mind due to the aftermath of the crisis. “There’s something I need to tell you about the night you were fighting with the thugs…”

She shared with him that she had called Tiffany.

Josiah asked, “Did you call Tiffany just to save me?”

His question was rather blunt, but he no longer had the luxury of being subtle or waiting for her to understand on her own. All he needed now was an answer.

Perhaps Lysander wasn’t as repulsed by himself as he had initially thought.

imminent danger, and I’m pretty sure those people are related to the Lanister family. Who else could I have called if not Tiffany? I actually wanted to warn Dillon not to mess with

Lysander. However, the tumultuous emotions within him remained undiminished. Unable to

herself, he would likely have remained in the dark forever, never knowing

expressing gratitude for the phone call, and responded nonchalantly, “But it seems that the call didn’t really serve any purpose, they still tried to kill you.”

thugs persisted in cornering Josiah for quite some time, only giving up when

really made an effort to contact them immediately,

at the few cars, speaking softly. “Since they’ve already come to

made his way into the health center, each step he took was unsteady, giving the

the examination room, oblivious to the people

was closest to Lysander couldn’t help but ask, “Dr. Thorne, weren’t you supposed to be out

was merely making a show of supporting Josiah, but in reality, he was still bearing his own

nurse quickly understood, and immediately stopped asking questions. Instead, she voiced her concern, “Mr. Guerra’s leg isn’t in bad shape, is it? The doctor had suggested taking an X–ray when setting his bone earlier. Now it seems to

nurses quickly agreed and immediately went to fetch chairs for

it,

can’t be on your feet for too long with that injury. Otherwise, it could lead to complications, and that would be troublesome.

the moment they returned.

and were aware of his identity. At this moment, they were at a loss, turning their gaze towards their boss

heart, only daring to flex their muscles in front of ordinary villagers. But when

gave them a sidelong glance without much reaction.

people claim they’re here for you. Blaine wouldn’t let them in, but they wouldn’t listen and insisted on waiting here. They’re definitely up to no good,

right?” Lysander recalled the chief’s age and his resentment toward these people, fearing that something might happen to the elderly man in his

that his face turned red, and he was coughing incessantly. Dr. Vazquez, fearing something might happen to him, persuaded him to leave first. Oh, and the woman who had just given birth was taken home by her husband earlier. Now, it’s just the few of us left in here. They heard that we came to provide support, so they weren’t too arrogant.”

of rage, wishing she could just grab the broom