The Returning Ex

John grunted. “It has been my plan to make them transfer the inventory.” Otherwise, how could I even tackle them?

On the other side, Isabelle was sitting in the living room of the Bailey Residence.

Last night, her father came home past midnight, but early this morning, he was already out.

In the morning, Isabelle made a call to John, but he did not pick up.

He had not been picking up her calls over the past two days, which gave her a hunch that something was going to happen soon.

Seated on the sofa, she was holding her phone, wanting to send him a text to caution him.

However, before she could come up with the content, Mrs. Bailey started to make a scene again.

She ran down from the second floor and claimed that she saw Dexter.

Then, she stared eerily at a corner in the living room as she wailed and pleaded for Dexter to stay.

Isabelle hurriedly went up to hug her mom and comforted her over and over.

Bailey slumped onto the floor, sobbing

grief. At the sight of that, she was also reminded of Dexter, which remained

the commotion and emerged from his room. He stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor and gazed down at the hysterical Mrs. Bailey with an icy

depleted to cry, Elder Mr. Bailey admonished her. “You’re still making a fuss? When are you going to stop? If you keep doing this, none

at her grandpa, who was standing

Bailey appeared a little menacing with his figure being outlined by the

for the Baileys was instantly gone in front

all hope in life. Unfortunately, no one

for a fact that the Baileys were

this exact moment that woke her up to the extremity of

Isabelle lost all her hope

friendler expression either. “Lock your mom up. If she keeps acting this way, we may have to send her to a

pursed her lips defiantly without a

Bailey’s reproach, Mrs. Bailey immediately

her mom even tighter and stroked

just jinxing the family! It was only