Getting My Ex-wife Back

Unfortunately…

Something flickered.

With the sound of a lighter flicking, a speck of starlight guttered. A cigarette was lit, and a figure eventually emerged from the dark.

Taking a drag on his cigarette, Jacky had a dozen or so people at his heels.

At the same time when those people came over, each of them was holding a bat and were facing the people surrounding Santiago and Raeleigh.

“You have balls, I’ll give you that. I have arranged so many watchmen in the hospital, but you’re a real badass to come in. It seems that you have a strong… death wish.”

Raeleigh’s breath trembled as she looked at Santiago, who smiled and said, “At least we won’t die, will we?”

Raeleigh pursed her lips, clamming up.

Santiago hid Raeleigh behind him to shield her from any accidental attacks. Raeleigh wanted to come out. Santiago told her, “I’m tall and strong. You can’t stop anything even if you stand in front of me. You should hide behind me. Even if I die, I will die a lone man. What’s more, I won’t kick the bucket just like that. So, stay put like a good girl, and be quiet. When it’s time, I’ll take you back.”

“There will be bloodshed, and it won’t be a pretty scene for anyone.”

Raeleigh closed her mouth and tightly grabbed Santiago’s clothes, hiding behind him for protection.

The person opposite him turned around to face Jacky. One of them asked, “Who the h*ll are you? Do you have any idea who we are?”

“I don’t give a sh*t about your background. And don’t ask me who I am. We are all people where fighting is our second nature. Save your b*tching. If I fall into your hands, then you can kill me. If you fall into my hands, then you will meet the same fate as me.”

“How dare you! We are…”

Without waiting for the scoundrel to say anything, Jacky snatched the bat from the person beside him and aimed it at him. He swung the bat at the scoundrel’s head. With a jarring thump, he fell to the ground, twitching.

“Didn’t you hear me the first time? I don’t give a sh*t about your background. Save your b*tching.”

Jacky’s cold aura was like a whistling wind, gushing at a big plain field. In an instant, it froze for as far as a thousand miles.

The five or six people who had arrived could not find their voices. Jacky jutted his chin and someone immediately came up. They first knocked the attackers unconscious before dragging them away.

After the scene was cleaned up, Jacky handed a cigarette to Santiago. He watched Santiago take a breath before asking, “Everything okay?”

Santiago smiled. “The show must go on.”

Raeleigh said instead, “But he is wounded all over.”

As she spoke, Raeleigh’s tears could not stop flowing from her eyes.

Jacky glanced at Raeleigh but didn’t say anything. On the contrary, it was Santiago who said, “What’s there to cry about? Boy, you’re giving me secondhand embarrassment. Stop crying!”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Even though his voice was harsh, Raeleigh’s crying had only become worse. Jacky laughed, for he could hear that Santiago’s words were underlined with his adoration for her.

It was just that Jacky did not have any interest in other people’s love lives.

“Go and bandage your wound first.” Jacky stretched out a hand and helped Santiago to walk. When he was at Santiago’s age, he had not reached this level yet. To put it bluntly, a person’s experience needed time and hardships before it was perfected. However, Santiago did not even need that much time yet he already possessed the experience his peers would never amount to.

Jacky was not envious, only that a measure of sentimentality tugged at his heart.

Santiago seemed to be fine after being supported as he stood, but his body was bleeding, which scared the living daylights out of Raeleigh.

Holding Santiago’s hands tightly, Raeleigh kept asking him, “Santiago, how are you holding up?”

Santiago looked at Raeleigh with a funny look. “Haven’t I told you I wouldn’t die? Why do you look like you’re already grieving for me?”

Raeleigh wiped her tears and stared at Santiago. “It’s good that you are alright.”

Santiago was amused. The smile on his pale face froze. He turned around and held Jacky’s shoulder tightly. “No matter what happens, don’t leave her.”

Jacky looked at Raeleigh. “Don’t worry.”

Santiago nodded. His pitch-black pupils moved in his eye sockets. He lost his balance and fainted.

“Santiago, Santiago…”

Raeleigh almost screamed. She tried to hold his hand, but his hand slipped out of her palm.

Jacky held him back. He took a step forward and carried Santiago on his back. He spat out the cigarette in his mouth. “Stop crying. He’s injured with a knife, and I don’t know if it’s poisonous. Call Jepherson.”

Raeleigh was busy wiping her tears. Then, she remembered what had happened to her phone. Her phone was lost. She searched for a phone on Santiago’s body while Jacky was running to the emergency room with Santiago on his back. Raeleigh found his phone and called Jepherson.

The phone was connected quickly, and Raeleigh almost cried out before the other side could ask anything. “Something terrible has happened. Come to the emergency department quickly.”

Jepherson frowned, and then glanced at Stella still in the middle of her pity party. His voice was calm. “I got you. I’ll go now.”

Jepherson stood up and disconnected the call, saying, “I have something to attend to. I’ll come back once I’m done.”

“Will you really come back?” Stella’s face was misted over with sadness. She refused to eat any food, which led to her body weakening.

“Hmm.”

Jepherson came out of Stella’s ward and stared at her parents, who were talking to Alvin. He ordered his men, “The president and his wife must be protected round the clock, with no mistakes to spare.”

“Yes, sir.”

Jepherson picked up his phone and called Alvin.

While Alvin was talking, his cell phone rang. When he saw that it was Jepherson, he immediately stood up and said, “Mr. Richards, excuse me while I take the call.”

“Go ahead.”

Hansen did not discover anything. He held Jenna’s hand and looked at Stuart. Alvin was not far away, but his eyes were looking in the opposite direction. Jepherson took a look at Alvin and went downstairs.

“Something happened to Santiago, Mr. Alvin. Please summon Elliot here to protect my parents.”

Alvin could be heard talking on the phone. “Alright. Oh, and I’ll give you your money by the end of the month. It slipped my mind. Don’t you worry. The money’s yours.”

Alvin smiled with amusement. Jenna looked at Alvin, who hung up the phone and could not help but to ask, “Alvin, are you short of money?”

Alvin turned around and shook his head. “No, not at all. I just forgot. I bought land in the countryside and have to pay an annual rent. They are short of money this year and have already urged me to give them an advance. I forgot to pay and they mistook me for not paying them, so here it is, their friendly reminder in a call.”

“You should have paid them early. They must have encountered a problem.”

Jenna said, and Alvin nodded repeatedly.

Hansen continued to look at Stuart, who was without any response.

“Mr. Richards, I’m going to withdraw some money.”

Alvin said and turned to the elevator. Hansen did not answer, his eyes glued to Stuart. But Jenna felt something was wrong. Why was his hand, she thought, so devoid of warmth?

“Hansen, what’s wrong? Are you feeling cold?”

Jenna bombarded him with questions. Hansen responded and immediately stood up. “I’m going to the washroom. Wait for me. Hadrian, take good care of Madam Jenna.”

“Yes, sir.”

Hadrian also felt that there was something amiss with Mr. Richards’s mood.

Getting up, Hansen walked down the stairs. Step by step, he went down the stairs and stopped by the corner. Surely enough, Alvin was making a call.

Alvin paused for a moment before turning around to see Hansen’s ice-cold expression.