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.”

without

sitting next to her. He had probably never encountered such a situation before, so he didn’t know how to comfort Matilda. Except

then she asked John, “Does

“I saw him near the elevator, so I told him

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

not trying to assist you in anything. It’s just

John’s phone rang. Glancing at it briefly, he

she sat down where John had been sitting and checked Matilda’s injury. It wasn’t too severe; Sophia had suffered quite a few of such injuries when she

rougher. It was natural to get into

rarely got injured, so just about any injury was upsetting

stomach, Matilda said quietly, “You need to be careful. These people are really sick in the

reached the house about the same time as Fabian. Looking a little anxious, he strode into the living

phone in the living room. Seeing his father here,