The Returning Ex

Sophia nodded. “Madam Flintstone is upstairs. He hit her at the small of her back.” Then, she pointed at the item lying on the coffee table. “This was the weapon.”

John went over, picked up the brick and took a close look at it, noting how well-prepared it was. Sneering, he then patted Sophia’s head before turning around and going upstairs.

Sophia followed him into Matilda’s room. The door was not closed, and Matilda was lying on the bed. Her clothes were lifted up, exposing her back with a small bruise on it which was bleeding slightly.

John stared at the injured area for a moment before saying, “My men are chasing the guy, so rest assured that he will not escape.”

Matilda replied, “It’s fine as long as Sophia isn’t hurt. That guy is too audacious to have done that.”

John went over to sit on the side of the bed. Watching Ms. Cannon placing an ice pack on Matilda’s wound, he said, “It was my mistake. I should have expected it, but I didn’t.”

No one could have expected this to happen, so the truth was that John could not be blamed at all.

Matilda smiled. “It’s okay. We’re considered very lucky that nothing terrible has happened.”

nodded without

to her. He had probably never encountered such a situation before, so he didn’t

rest, then she asked John, “Does your father know that you came back

near the elevator, so I told him briefly about it. I’m not sure if he’ll come over

said forlornly, “You two don’t need to help me so much. I

anything. It’s just that you got hurt, so it’s only right that he

a while, John’s phone rang. Glancing

sat down where John had been sitting and checked Matilda’s injury. It

all, she had lived with a rural family whose life was rougher. It was natural to get into minor accidents and

from the upper echelons, they rarely got injured, so just about any injury was upsetting enough

people are really sick in the head.

about the same time as Fabian. Looking

the living room. Seeing