The Ex and Her Riches

Even though her mind was filled with countless doubts, Whitney didn’t ask anything.

Isaac stepped forward at the right moment, respectfully calling out, “Mr. Newton.”

“Alright. Let’s head back.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Charles brushed past Whitney’s shoulder and boarded the helicopter.

Looking through the helicopter’s window, Charles gazed at the people standing on the ground.

Winona was waving goodbye to him, then she turned around and headed back to the fishing. village.

In the moment she turned around, the reluctance on Winona’s face faded, replaced by indifference.

His departure was not the end. She believed that Charles would come looking for her again.

Whitney gazed into the distance, her heart a mix of emotions as she watched the petite. figure of the girl.

It’s all right. Once we get back, none of these will matter.

After taking a few deep breaths, Whitney also boarded the helicopter, deliberately ignoring the discomfort in her heart.

The helicopter started up, its massive roar filling the air. Two doctors worked around. Charles, meticulously conducting various checks on him.

In order to ensure Charles’ was in good shape, Isaac had almost all the medical equipment that could be moved onto the helicopter. This was done solely to provide Charles with the most comprehensive checkup.

Once the inspection was over, Whitney walked over and asked with concern. “Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?”

She brought over a tray filled with fruit, holding it up with both hands in front of Charles while waiting for him to choose his favorite fruit.

Charles shook his head in refusal.

I’m not hungry. I don’t feel like eating.

Whitney stared at his handsome face, utterly perplexed. Before coming to Muprary, he had even taken the initiative to ask her out.

Nearly half a month after the incident, his attitude seemed to revert back to the indifference he showed when they first got married. In fact, he even exhibited a somewhat complex, deliberate aloofness.

“Have… have you been troubled by something these past few days?”

to Muprary to find you, without telling

“Charles…”

he interrupted her, “This place is dangerous. You shouldn’t have come over. Besides dealing with the company’s tedious matters, I now

face turned pale.

fend herself. That seemed to

I just…”

headed towards another cabin. “Quiet

stared at his towering figure, standing frozen in place with a plate of fruit in

bad mood. His mood was often unpredictable, and no one dared to approach him. They all lowered their

herself, set down the fruit, and followed him into another

from Charles. She simply watched him from a distance as he rested, staying in

next day, the helicopter

to the hospital for

checkup on the helicopter could only confirm that there were no immediate life- threatening conditions in his body. Now, a thorough examination was needed to

where. Kieran presided boasted

Whitney was running back and forth,

layer of sweat forming on her forehead. She

tasks, but because Charles had called him to a meeting in the ward, Whitney had no choice but to take on

hospital room, Charles was half-leaning against the head board. His handsome face looked

to negotiate again. I believe Leonardo will restrain himself and

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

were out. Charles’s condition was normal, and the gunshot wound

lack of nutrition, but just a bit of a calcium deficiency.

these past few days. Hence, it was only natural that Charles credited all the merit to

midday nap, Charles slowly opened his eyes. With a slight movement,

saw Whitney sleeping at the

resting, the fatigue on her face was unmistakable. It was

a complex expression, his slender fingers reached out, twirling her blond hair that had fallen on the blanket around his finger.

year long marriage agreement, and nearly half

in the sickbed,

as she lifted her

blinked in confusion, unable to understand the meaning behind Charles’s wrong?” she asked.

to go

withdrew his fingers that were entwined in Whitney’s hair. He got up from the other side of the bed, straightened his shirt cuffs, put on his suit jacket, and regained his usual dignified demeanor.

the first to leave the ward, quickly

her eyes and hurried behind

at home was already resting. Whitney