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?”

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

seeing that the incident was nothing out of the ordinary, as they assumed John was calling either the police or an ambulance. On the other hand, the

wasn’t pregnant, the fall would only serve to topple and bruise her, so it didn’t make sense that someone would hire the man to hurt her, which meant that the mastermind had something else

the mastermind was aiming for since she was pregnant, which meant someone probably knew she was pregnant but didn’t wish for the child to be born. The first person that came to mind was Matilda, as she knew Sophia was

upset her was that the child would be a Gwendolyn, as she

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