Wooing My Ex-Wife

They arrived at the Jenson residence to see Yael waiting for them in the living room, seemingly anticipating their arrival.

Cedrick, still dressed in his military uniform, exuded a powerful aura as he stepped into the villa, his military boots clicking loudly. Every step he took was imposing and authoritative.

Accompanied by soldiers led by Neville, Cedrick entered the living room of the villa. His entourage surrounded the entire space, making for an intimidating atmosphere.

At his age, Yael had seen and experienced a lot while he weathered storms alongside Valentino.

He might have never been a military officer, but-he-still remained expressionless upon witnessing Cedrick’s grand entrance. Calmly, he savored the coffee he had just brewed.

Cedrick walked over and sat on a couch beside him. Seeing that Yael showed no intention of pouring him a cup of coffee, he took the pot and filled his own cup.

“Is this how you treat your guest, Uncle Yael? I’m the head of the family, and I don’t mind that you don’t greet me, but you should at least offer me a cup of coffee,” Cedrick remarked.

Yael averted his eyes and refused to even spare Cedrick a glance.

“We don’t have any premium coffee beans, so the coffee I brewed can’t be compared to what you usually have at home. I didn’t offer you any because I’m worried you won’t be used to drinking bad coffee,” Yael responded.

Cedrick took a sip of the coffee and solemnly agreed with him. “Indeed. The taste of this coffee is rather bland, but its bad taste has nothing to do with the coffee beans. Rather, it tastes bad because the person who brewed it lacks the necessary skills.”

Yael finished his coffee and slammed the cup on the table heavily with a thud to vent his anger.

After beating around the bush for some time, Yael, growing impatient, finally cut to the chase.

“Xander is my only son. Although he may not be as capable as you and often makes foolish mistakes, he is still my son, a descendant of the Jenson family, and your own cousin. Can’t you show him some mercy?” Yael pleaded.

Cedrick tapped his slender fingers on the coffee cup, as though contemplating. “He made a mistake, so naturally, he should receive proper punishment. You will only spoil him and make things worse by covering for him.”

Yael’s eyes which were lined with wrinkles turned bloodshot, probably from anger or agitation.

Cedrick noticed the look in his eyes but still remained unfazed. “Where are you hiding him, Uncle Yael? I’ll let things slide if you willingly hand him over, but if I have to find him myself, I’ll charge him with the -crime of escape.”

“How can you be so ruthless? Do you seriously want him dead?” Yael’s clenched fists trembled with anger as he glared at Cedrick. “His life will be ruined if he is sent to prison. People will also mock me and ridicule me. Yes, he did all this behind my back, but his actions didn’t result in any particularly disastrous consequences. Dad is fine, isn’t he? Do you really have to be this merciless?”

he pounded the coffee table to produce a loud sound in a desperate attempt to

Cedrick’s aura.

while wearing a cold expression. As soon as Yael pounded the

echoed through the room as the

sudden outburst, Yael gave a start and shut his mouth, not

spoke with an aggressive tone. “If what he did brought about disastrous consequences, he wouldn’t even have the chance to escape and hide. I would have sent him to the Federal Bureau of Investigation for immediate execution. Uncle Yael, please don’t test my limits.

and adjusted the cuffs of his military uniform, frowning with

well. Don’t blame me for personally

walked away. “Neville, handcuff Mr. Yael and bring him to the Federal Bureau of

Yael up from the couch and handcuffed his wrists.

could as he turned toward Cedrick, who was about to exit the villa, and hollered, “Do you even have a heart? I am your uncle! How dare you handcuff me and send me

you helped Xander evade punishment. A

his mistake. “I didn’t help him escape. He was already gone when I woke up this morning. I was kept

mercilessly, “You can explain all you want in the interrogation room at

he stepped

about to leave, Yael bit the bullet and revealed his final

accident that killed your

stiffened as

turned around slowly and looked at Yael, who had been handcuffed.

you

parents passed away, so he had no memory of them. As far as he could remember,

only seen a photo

parents had both died in a tragic

knew he had regained the upper

a single word. He didn’t know if Yael was

what you’re

turned around and reentered the living room. After instructing Neville to

placed under supervision by Neville to prevent eavesdropping while the soldiers

and windows of the villa’s living room were closed, which was a clear indication of the