The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Chapter 172

Margaret looked at Renee’s belly and nodded in understanding.

“You’re right. The most important thing right now is to nurture your baby and have a safe birth.”

The older woman didn’t ask who the father of Renee’s baby was, and the latter didn’t say a word about it either. The two women had an unspoken understanding of the situation.

Renee was completely assured that Margaret would keep her mouth shut. As long as Renee didn’t permit it, her nanny would

take this secret to her grave.

Renee put off all activities in the next few days and stayed in bed, nursing her baby under Margarent’s meticulous care. It was clear that Margaret had come from a great line of doctors, as Renee’s previous minor illnesses were cured with just a few

doses of medicine.

She no longer felt fatigued, and her appetite improved. She could now stomach several meals a day without feeling nauseous.

Today. Margaret went out early to do some grocery shopping, and Renee slept in bed. The sun bathed her skin with warm light,

and she felt at peace and comfortable.

Renee secretly planned to take her child and Margaret to live abroad once her business was settled. By then, she wouldn’t

about money and could laze

didn’t last very long, as she heard

Just smash all of it! I don’t believe that the dead can bully the living!

make all of

opened her eyes with an unhappy

got louder as the minutes ticked by, accompanied by the obvious crashing of things getting broken which told her

a hallucination but an

casually dressed, wearing her slippers, before going

in a white suit directing four

appliances in

boss doesn’t believe in those things. We’re trashing this place as much as we want today, boys! We’re eliminating evil

suit didn’t notice Renee standing on the stairs as he spoke to the

so they naturally didn’t hold

it

people, and what

a basket full of groceries and was appalled to see the scene before her. Her shock soon fueled her with anger, and she screamed. “The Everheart residence isn’t somewhere you rascals can do as you please! Get out of here, or face

incredulously, “l–it’s you! T -that fierce old lady…! Didn’t I… bury you alive?! How are you still alive? A–are… Are you

lackey of the Sunders‘, hmm? Seems our paths inevitably

as she stared at the man who had almost driven her to her death. She lunged at him like she was

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a ghost, and I’m