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.”

with vivid memories

reaching

that Craig first imprisoned his own mother, subjecting her to drug injections, and

Treyton nodded solemnly in agreement with

gaze lowered, veiling the dangerous glimmer that lurked within

the rest of the group continued

mean Craig still had the drug?” asked

nod, Nico added, “Given Craig’s desire to continue controlling Caylie, it’s likely he continues to inject her with the drug. I recall Karl’s intense reaction to the sound of rattling chains coming from

lowered her gaze, deep in thought. “In that case, let me try to contact Jasmine again and see if she can help us infiltrate the residence and obtain

agree to help us acquire evidence of his crimes? She would essentially be betraying her own flesh

Gwendolyn wasn’t sure about that either and had no confidence that they could pull it off. Nevertheless, she

hold as he awaits an investigation.

descended

to

a close, Nico took Summer home, while Treyton took over from Brian and

that moment, a hint of possessiveness and lust flitted across the man’s eyes. With one fluid motion, he

doing? Put me down. I need to go to the fourth floor to check on the kids,” Gwendolyn grumbled as

of them, and

going to rest, so don’t you dare get handsy

a visible display of

your behalf today and made sure you got

him to carry

voice filled with sincerity as he reassured

Cedrick’s punishment toward Craig.

happened earlier that day. “I threw an ashtray and a coffee cup at him. He sustained a

furrowed her brows. “That’s all? Just a cut? He

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