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 price, then?”

cover it,” Cynthia

recent barrage of calls, Yves put two and two together and agreed, “Okay.” He grabbed a piece of paper and apen from the side, asked Cynthia for her terms, and then clearly wrote out his requirements. In addition to Cynthia’s previous condition that Sean owed her

Sean’s private hospital. Yves held our the paper between lais fingers. “Have a

Sean is a notorious tightwad,

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

make him sign this. Once he’s done, I’ll

regardless of his condition.

car. His knitted shirt hung loose and baggy

He had no idea when K would arrive

last, he heard approaching footsteps.

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 patient. If

paper, Sean looked up to find Yves standing in front of him, as he had when they first