Wooing My Ex-Wife

As her soothing words reached his ears, Craig’s eyes glistened with tears that gradually spilled over.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I wish to stay alive, and I’m unwilling to relinquish the status and privileges I have attained. I refuse to be confined in a high–security prison, living a life worse than death like a mere walking corpse.”

He embraced the frail woman in his arms, holding her tighter as if seeking solace.

“Rest assured, Mom. That illegitimate child has caused your mental deterioration and the loss of Jennifer. I know how much you hate him. I’ll make him pay for his actions.”

As the evening drew near, Lucas made his way back home. His hand firmly pressed against his aching lower back.

For the past few days, he had been compelled to carry out errands for the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and now his entire body felt as if it were on the brink of collapse.

Craig is so vicious. I can’t even pass the basic assessment with my mediocre skills. How can my feeble body withstand the intense missions of the bureau?

Lucas felt like crying, as he was constantly being exploited, living each day in what felt like a living hell.

He wondered when he could break free from the torture.

But as soon as the image of Charles being beaten with two canes flashed past his mind, Lucas grew terrified. He forcefully suppressed his urge to curse Craig.

He clung to the wall, his legs trembling as he slowly inched his way toward the garden.

When Lucas saw a male housekeeper rushing passed him, he called out, “Why are you running? Come over here and help me.”

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment before approaching and offering his support. “Apologies, Mr. Lucas. Mr. Craig is currently having the top floor cleared out. I’ve been preoccupied and forgot to greet you.”

“Why is he cleaning the top floor?”

Shaking his head, the housekeeper replied, “We’re not privy to Mr. Craig’s intentions. It’s already past six o’clock, and he’s insisted on having everything cleared out by tonight. Otherwise, we’ll be in trouble.”

Even though Lucas was perplexed, he did not want to get the housekeeper into trouble. “You can go about your tasks. There’s no need to assist me. I’ll manage on my own.”

“Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Lucas,” the servant replied, bowing deeply before hurrying off to the backyard.

As Lucas watched his retreating figure, his suspicions grew stronger.

red

What is Craig up to? My intuition tells me that something weird is going on.

to make his way toward the

approached, the sound of shattering glass grew more frequent

bodyguards, and even the butler was present.

were smashing

unfolding before him,

destroyed container in a corner. There were small glass vials, each holding

him and he instinctively

guard by his actions, hurried over and swiftly took the vial from

but rubbish. They are items Mr. Craig wishes to dispose of. Please refrain from touching them. Everyone is occupied, so we can’t attend to your

with

with a respectful

one was paying attention to him, he discreetly picked up the glass vial he had examined earlier and swiftly hid it in his pocket. Soon after, he maintained composed and calmly

of work, Cedrick returned to Harrick Villa and was surprised to find

as everyone gathered around the dining table for dinner, Jasmine couldn’t

gently tapped Jasmine’s head. “What are you looking at? Focus on

“All right.”

However, her curiosity got the better of her, and she couldn’t

lifted his gaze and

Jasmine felt guilty and quickly averted her gaze, too afraid to

on my

really handsome. I haven’t had a chance to observe

raised an eyebrow.

you

discover?”

also looked at

at both of them,

much deliberation, she cautiously said, “I can’t help but feel that you bear a striking resemblance

exchanged

her seat before leaning closer to Gwendolyn and whispered, “Don’t you think

Cough! Cough!

a hushed tone, her words reverberated through the relatively quiet dining hall, catching Cedrick off guard and causing him to almost

help but laugh at

that took place in Fairlake were considered

asked Jasmine, “So, between Mr. Jenson and the personal servant from Fairlake, who do you think is more