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

market

cover it,” Cynthia supplied tersely

her terms, and then clearly wrote out his requirements. In addition to Cynthia’s previous condition that Sean

car halted in front of Sean’s private hospital. Yves held our the paper between lais fingers.

Sean is

pay up. He has never called me before. This time, he made several calls.” Yves

else to add.” Cynthia passed the paper back. “First, make

did, Sean would undoubtedly dump Joshua on her, leaving his fate to her, regardless of his condition. Whether Joshua lived or died

the paper and pen as he stepped out of the car. His knitted shirt hung loose and baggy on

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

last, he heard approaching

was about to stand and see who had arrived, a piece of paper appeared before him. A voice devoid of emotion. swiftly followed. “Sign it to save the

Sean looked up to find Yves standing in front of him, as he had when they first met. He still possessed that