Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 77 The Feeling Of Being Spit At +25 Bonus Natasha did not back down either.

“It’s been a few days, Gwendolyn, yet you’re still as arrogant as ever.

Everything should be based on evidence.

If you want me to be proven wrong, then show me the evidence!” “I am the evidence!” A gentle and delicate voice suddenly rang out from outside the venue, resounding and clear.

Following that, a bodyguard pushed a wheelchair into the room.

The person in the wheelchair had a pale complexion, and her tired face could not hide the frailty of someone who had just recovered from a serious illness.

Gwendolyn tactfully stepped aside, allowing everyone present to clearly see who had arrived.

“Inez? Aren’t you supposed to be dead? How can this be… What’s going on?” Natasha could hardly maintain her facial expression any longer.

Originally, she was so thrilled about the demise of the two major thorns in her side that she could not sleep for several nights.

But now, not only were those two despicable women still alive, they even had the audacity to show up at the event and humiliate her! She was so infuriated that she almost had a heart attack on the spot! “Inez! My daughter!” Madelyn rushed to Inez’s side without any hesitation, squatting down in front of her.

Trembling, she reached out her hand and gently caressed Inez’s face.

This living, breathing woman is indeed my daughter.

Inez is still alive! “My darling… I knew you were blessed with great fortune and would be safe.

Nothing would happen to you…” She hugged Inez tightly, resting her head on the latter’s shoulder while crying out loud.

Following closely behind Madelyn, Jerome was also agitated beyond measure.

His eyes reddened as he exclaimed, “It’s good that you’re awake, it’s good that you’re awake! My dear daughter, you’ve suffered!” Up on the stage.

Natasha stared at the harmonious family reunion unfolding before her eyes.

When she heard Madelyn’s words, it took her quite a while to react.

It turns out that Madelyn has known all along that Inez isn’t dead.

So, everything that happened yesterday morning was nothing but a show? Even Eloise has been lying to me? She simply could not accept that fact.

Why? Why does everyone have to side with that despicable woman, Gwendolyn? Chapter 77 The Feeling Of Being Spit At +25 Bonus Her eyes filled with hatred.

everyone’s attention was drawn to the reunited family of three, she cleared her throat and let

doesn’t absolve you

one hand and asking with great interest, “So tell me, what crimes have I committed?” “You bribed ten thugs to lure me into a remote, dark cabin in the outskirts, where they brutally attacked me,

is irrefutable! How do you explain this?” A layer of sweat formed in the palms of Natasha’s tightly

increasingly adept

Ms. Mossey.

disdain and amusement flashed

now!” As soon as the words dropped, she raised her hand and

Gwendolyn had just said, a group of police

They surrounded Natasha completely.

are you guys doing?” Natasha’s face turned pale as she held onto the podium to

in Ms. Inez’s car accident, kidnapping Jennifer, and hiring someone for

us and cooperate with

charge showed her his police badge

me explain! You can’t arrest me!” Natasha cried out

on the handcuffs, saying, “We’ll find out if it’s

been left speechless, and the cameras

reporters and onlookers were shocked by this sudden

from the words of the police, it was crystal clear

of camera flashes targeted Natasha’s flustered face, and the sound of shutters

knew she had ill intentions ever since she came back!”

Jerome was furious, too.

the

Feeling Of Being Spit At +25 Bonus “I apologize for the disgrace brought upon the Mossey family, and I

the public that, starting

to Mossey

part of the Mossey family!” Even her father, the

despairing tears gradually

laughter sounded

crowd, she was forcibly dragged into the police

Mossey residence, Noah slowly opened his eyes, squinting at the sunlight streaming in through

while to finally sit up with some

injured when he

not resist the exhaustion and

was almost noon

other housekeepers in the Mossey residence were bustling about, with no one noticing that someone was staying in the long-abandoned

with his arms crossed, falling into