Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal’s Gone With The Money

Chapter 518

The exchange between the two was brief. Once Cynthia ended the call, she forwarded the address through WhatsApp, then started her cat to pick him up. The car windaves remained open throughout the journey. The icy wind blasting served to sharpen her senses, helping her realize that, during a crisis, she could not always maintain perfect calm and vigilance.

In normal times, she would have noticed if something were off with Joshua, even if he merely had a fever. This time, however, his gunshot wound had eluded her detection entirely. It now made sense why he had been urging her to leave, insisting he had matters to attend to. Cynthia could not quite pinpoint her emotions, guilt, regret, and anxiety all of them plagued her.

She understood why Joshua would go to such lengths and chose to conceal the truth from her. However, to her, nothing from their past warranted him risking his life. After all, shr had already forgiven him.

Carrying the weight of this emotional turmall, Cynthia accelerated, picking up Yves as fast as she could before heading to the location Sean had specified. Yves was a handsome man, appearing sleep–eyed and in his prime, belying his actual age. His slightly disheveled hair framed his youthful face as he asked through half–lidded eyes, “Who’s in trouble?”

“Joshua,” Cynthia disclosed, holding nothing back

“Joshua?” Yves looked perplexed for a moment as he rifled through his memories. Eventually, a face came to him. “Your ex- husband?”

“Yes

the market

will cover it,” Cynthia supplied tersely

and agreed, “Okay.” He grabbed a piece of paper and apen from the side, asked Cynthia for her terms, and then clearly

of Sean’s private hospital. Yves held our the paper between lais fingers.

dollars? You do realize that Sean is a notorious tightwad, right?” Cynthia queried, looking

time, he made several calls.” Yves

nothing else to add.” Cynthia passed the paper back. “First, make him sign this. Once

If she did, Sean would undoubtedly dump Joshua on her, leaving his fate to her, regardless of his condition. Whether Joshua lived or died would then be her problem. If he

of the car. His knitted shirt hung loose and baggy

the hospital hallway since he called. He had no idea when K would arrive nor when

heard

of paper appeared before him. A voice devoid of emotion. swiftly followed. “Sign it to save the patient. If you don’t sign, I leave. You have a minute to think

Sean looked up to find Yves standing in front of him, as he had