The Returning Ex

Sulking, John stood to step on the man’s ribs. “Who sent you here?”

Standing beside him, Sophia turned to look at John in shock. “Did somebody send him?”

As if not hearing John’s question, the man was still huffing in pain while lying on the ground, clutching onto his elbow with a tortured look on his face. John’s kick came in unanticipated, so the man must’ve tried to brace the impact out of reflex by using his elbow. When his elbow hit the ground, it produced a tiny, crisp noise, which was followed by excruciating pain.

However, it was none of John’s concern as he continued to apply pressure onto the man’s ribs. “Who’s behind you?”

with the people whispering among themselves in confusion. John ran his tongue over his teeth while he sniggered. “I have other ways to extract information from you, so your

man’s phone, John made a call from his own phone. The crowd dispersed upon seeing that the incident was nothing out of the ordinary, as they assumed John was calling either the

a lamp post, her heart racing. Even though she was panicking, her mind was still clear. If she wasn’t pregnant, the fall would only serve to topple and bruise her, so it didn’t make sense that someone would

pregnant but didn’t wish for the child to be born. The

was that the child would be a Gwendolyn, as she seemed to want a grandchild for the Constances. Before she left, Matilda even muttered to herself about becoming

didn’t even tell Robin about her pregnancy, whereas Fabian, who knew about it, would never wish her harm. The situation left her mind addled, as she didn’t know anybody else who might be a suspect, nor did she ever offend any strangers. Glancing at the man on the ground