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 a

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

to get some rest, then she asked

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

help me so much. I know how to

stood by the bed. “We’re not trying to assist you in anything. It’s just that you got hurt,

rang. Glancing

his subordinate who had called. So, she sat down where John had been sitting and checked Matilda’s injury. It wasn’t too severe; Sophia had suffered quite

rural family whose life was rougher. It

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

quietly, “You need to be careful. These people are really sick in the head. We really should teach every

the house about the same time as Fabian. Looking

the living room. Seeing his