Wooing My Ex-Wife

The VIP level of Grand Valley Hospital experienced an unprecedented silence at midnight.

In the dimly lit ward, the lights flickered and abruptly went out, enveloping the area in darkness.

A momentary chaos ensued on the floor, but soon after, the power was restored.

In response, a group of nurses hurriedly rushed to the VIP level and entered various wards.

The police officer standing watch outside Benedict’s ward was just about to end his shift. The unusual commotion raised his interest, and he asked an approaching nurse, “What’s going on? Why do you need to enter the ward at this time?”

The young nurse explained anxiously, “Didn’t you notice the power outage earlier? Please let me in. I need to re-calibrate all the equipment in the ward. It’s urgent! It could put the patient’s life at risk.”

The police officer acquiesced to her request considering the urgency of the situation.

There were no visitors in the ward. The nurse closed the door and identified her target, ignoring the beeping of the malfunctioning monitoring equipment.

She dashed to the crib and grabbed the baby, still swaddled in his blankets. At the window, she hesitated briefly instead of escaping.

Her assessing gaze roved across the ward. Why is everything different from my earlier rehearsal? No one is keeping watch. This is happening far too smoothly.

Just then, alarm bells rang throughout the hospital, followed by an announcement, “There’s a thief in the hospital! Someone is taking advantage of the chaos after the power outage to commit a robbery. All staff, please be on alert!”

All the lights came on, leaving the nurse no time to think.

She hurriedly jumped out of the window and darted into a nearby alley with her young hostage.

Someone was already waiting for her in the alley. Thus, she dashed into a waiting car and made a quick escape.

Sometime later, the men waiting at the secluded villa heard some noise from the front door and stood up expectantly.

Quintrell, who still wore his sunglasses despite the late hour, smiled and asked, “Do you have the baby?”

The nurse, who was actually his subordinate in disguise, nodded and handed the baby over.

“Not bad. Mr. Kron, you didn’t believe me when I told you, you were wasting half your money on your subordinates. You still need my people to finish the last step.”

As he spoke, Quintrell carefully cradled the baby and smiled tenderly. “Darling baby, do you know how worried your dad must be right now? I would pay a million to see his expression right now.”

As soon as he spoke, his smile froze in place the moment he lifted the blankets.

He raised his leg and kicked his subordinate,

the ground. She had been expecting some praise for

a good look at

and out rolled a fake

her earlier

“W-We sent people in to confirm this earlier. They did see that Newton fellow

“Excuses!”

his subordinate kept her head lowered. She pleaded repeatedly for mercy, but he waved some men forward and ordered, “Take her

on deaf ears as

stood aside quietly and fiddled with the bangle on his hand. He finally spoke up for the first time that night. “I said it before. My men are only responsible for creating an opportunity for your men to infiltrate. What happens after is none of

tone betrayed

your men also fell for his tricks? I wonder if you’d get to keep your head when Mr. Wendell finds

why should

stretched his neck. “Our lovely Mrs. Jenson must still be waiting in the basement. Let me

you that Mr. Kron was the one who kidnapped Mrs. Jenson. She has nothing to do with you. Don’t try to have any designs on her because you failed

poked the hornet’s nest. If we don’t make use of

complete faith in you after this failure. If you

that his humiliating failure would be difficult to forgive

nodded in agreement after

“Fine.”

connected quickly. Subsequently,

crudely, “A bunch of losers! Get Cedrick on the line now. His woman is in our hands now;

and

calm, deep voice

Jenson, have you been tossing and turning

distress and pleaded, “Let her go. We can talk about

immediate release? How boring. Missing your wife, aren’t you, Mr. Jenson? Would you like her arm or her leg? Why don’t I send one of them over

Hamish was boasting and that Gwendolyn

pieces once I get my hands

he had to keep up his act

of a worried husband, he asked,

thirty billion. Oh, and resign from your post in the Federal Bureau of Investigation. That’s not too much to

this deal. See you at ten in the

turned downright eerie as he added, “Otherwise, Gwendolyn will be

call ended

mechanical beeps were the only audible sounds in

fists together. “Boss, that snake is finally showing himself. We’ll make sure to