Wooing My Ex-Wife

Looking at Cedrick, who was acting coyly toward Gwendolyn, Treyton felt a sense of despair wash over him and sighed inwardly.

Meanwhile, Nico was unfazed by his boss‘ public display of affection, and a hint of amusement danced in his eyes as he watched their interactions.

Standing beside Nico, Summer merely pouted her lips in jealously, looking at the clueless man next to her.

Gwendolyn forced a smile and couldn’t help but feel a sense of awkwardness wash over her as she observed the varied reactions of those around her.

Cedrick seemed genuinely upset as he leaned his head lightly against her shoulder, seemingly seeking for consolation. Thus, she did not stop him from hugging her and merely stroked the back of his neck out of habit, helping dispel his restlessness.

“Let’s not sit around aimlessly. Since everyone’s here, let’s begin the meeting.” Gwendolyn changed the topic.

At that, Nico assumed a serious demeanor and began, “I’ve specifically looked into Ms. Newton’s condition and even consulted several psychologists about it. They all shared the same opinion–she’s highly emotional and in an unstable mental condition. This is likely triggered by a stress response, and it’s unlike that she has experienced anything traumatic as she became like this in just a few days‘ time.”

Summer expressed her agreement with a nod. “That’s right, hence why we’re both leaning toward the theory that she has been injected with an unknown drug by Craig.”

As the conversation delved into a crucial topic, an undeniable tension settled in the living room.

Treyton went deep in thought for a long while before finally piping up, “I just remembered something Jennifer had told me about.”

“What is it?” asked Gwendolyn.

“Kiddo, do you remember when Jennifer returned to the Newton residence in search of evidence regarding Charles being an illegitimate child?”

Gwendolyn nodded in response. “Of course.”

“Jennifer mentioned being attacked on the top floor of the Newton residence, and in retrospect, it bears a striking resemblance to the incident when she fell ill. It’s worth noting that during that period, her mother, Caylie, was the sole occupant of the top floor. Jennifer has held suspicions that Caylie may have played a role in the incident.”

The mention of that particular incident jogged Gwendolyn’s memories, causing a surge of recollection to flood her mind. “Speaking of this, I remember something as well. Craig took Jennifer with him to the last business banquet. During the meal, Jennifer noticed red markings on Mrs. Newton’s wrist and asked me about her condition afterward. Treyton, I even mentioned this to you when I returned.”

mind flooded with vivid memories of the incident

reaching a palpable peak with every revelation.

you suspecting that Craig first imprisoned his own mother,

Treyton nodded solemnly in agreement

lurked within his eyes and did

rest of the group continued their discussion.

case, does that mean Craig

reaction to the sound of rattling chains coming from the top floor

case, let me try to contact Jasmine again and see if she can help us infiltrate

actually agree to help us acquire evidence

that either and had no confidence that they could pull it off. Nevertheless, she was not to

shot. Considering the circumstances, Jasmine is our best hope within the Newton family. Craig’s duties at the Federal Bureau of Investigation are currently on hold as he

silence descended upon the

to be the only option.

close, Nico took Summer home, while Treyton took over from

At that moment, a

the fourth floor to check on the kids,” Gwendolyn grumbled as she patted his

back to the room. “Mdm. Yarde is taking care of them, and they’re probably asleep by now. Why bother waking

We’re going to rest, so

brows, a visible display of his

I taught Craig a lesson on your behalf today

faintly arched her brow and allowed him

his voice filled with sincerity as he reassured her, “Of course! How could I ever

toward Craig. “Tell

smile. He continued to carry Gwendolyn upstairs as he recounted the events that happened earlier that day. “I threw an ashtray and a coffee cup at him. He sustained a cut on his forehead.”

her brows. “That’s all? Just

he added dotingly, “Certainly, there will be bloodshed when I make a move. I made sure to put him in