Getting My Ex-wife Back

Although Raeleigh was upset that Santiago got injured and hospitalized again, she kept her thoughts to herself.

Santiago was still weak, and she couldn’t care less about lecturing him, but she sat aside looking harsh the entire time.

She had been silent since Jepherson left, and Santiago, on the other hand, only laid in bed and kept his eyes closed.

Xanthus did not leave the hospital that night either; he stayed with Raeleigh. After this incident, he grew even more alarmed. He thought he might need to hire a few bodyguards if this went on.

“Raeleigh,” Xanthus whispered, worrying about Raeleigh as she refused to take a rest.

She looked at him and said, “Yes?”

“You should take a rest.”

Raeleigh looked at the time and realized it was already late at night. She stole a glance at Santiago, then went to the bed next to his.

“These men were too rampant. Why did they do this?” She asked as she lay on the bed.

Xanthus sat down on the chair and looked at her. “Where there are good people, there are bad ones too. There’s no reason behind their actions, and it’s incomparable.”

Raeleigh fixed her gaze on him as she said, “I thought they would leave once they receive the money.”

She truly believed so. Although it might sound too far-fetched to exchange such a huge amount of money for her and Santiago’s lives, she thought nothing was more important than staying alive.

She could regain the money lost, but it would be the end of them if they were dead.

It was just that she didn’t expect so many people to lose their lives in one go. Human lives matter more than money. Now that those men were dead, what would happen to their families?

She had trouble falling asleep again.

At this moment, Jepherson was on his way to Waverly Village.

Jepherson’s car came to a stop as a black car approached them. Jepherson’s driver glanced at the rearview mirror and noticed that it was a sports car. Suddenly, the sports car threw a wooden box out, and Jepherson’s driver swiftly stepped on the brake, then steered the car around slowly and steadily as they came to a halt.

The man in the passenger seat got out as soon as they pulled over. He glanced at the sports car as it whizzed past them before turning to the wooden box.

It was arm lengthed, rectangle, and it looked like a box that stored scrolls.

He bent down and picked the box up. He wouldn’t hand it to Jepherson without examining it first. Lifting the lid, he glanced at the content, and his face fell.

He turned around and looked at Jepherson before he closed it and brought it to him.

“Mr. Jepherson.”

When he presented the box to Jepherson, Jepherson instructed, “Open it.”

The man hesitated for a moment before he did as he was told. Jepherson stared at the arm in the box, then looked away. “Throw it down the mountain.”

“Yes, Sir.”

With that, the man walked over to the roadside and chucked the arm away.

After that, he washed his hands and returned to the car, resuming their journey to Waverly Village.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

When Jepherson and his men arrived at Waverly Village’s border, about a dozen cars drove past them on the right lane. It seemed like the two fleets of cars competed against each other as they rushed toward Waverly Village.

On one side of the lane were the Richards family’s cars, while the other belonged to the Whalen family. It was definitely no small matter for both families to appear on the same night, at the same time.

The twenty-plus cars sped, fast as lightning, making Rossie dizzy. She sat beside Zorion as she stared outside the window, her cheeks rosy.

Zorion was also looking better by the day, and his body was recovering speedily.

The driver thought it strange. How could a woman help Zorion regain his health so quickly? It seemed like Zorion was infatuated with Rossie.

Zorion closed his eyes, looking to be asleep. He and Rossie kept a distance as she preferred to sit on the side, and he didn’t want to disturb her either. He was already happy to be able to look at her from a distance.

Soon, the cars entered Waverly Village’s border. Ten cars surrounded the border, and a few people waited outside of it. Jepherson and Zorion’s vehicles slowly came to a halt, ten cars following behind them each.

When the cars finally halted, Jacky’s men immediately approached them. Jepherson and Zorion’s men stood in front of their cars.

“Jacky is waiting inside. Please, Mr. Richards.”

“Jacky has been waiting inside, Mr. Whalen, please.”

Jepherson got down from the car, straightened his suit, and buttoned it up. At the same time, one of the men brought him a coat. Jepherson shot a glance at Zorion and entered Waverly Village before him.

Zorion grabbed a red faux fur coat and helped Rossie put it on. “Put this on. It’s cold outside,” he said.

Rossie obeyed his instructions while one of his men gave him a black coat. With that, they went into Waverly Village with Rossie behind him.

When they entered the village, a staff member led them to Jack Town Hotel.

A few people stood at the entrance of the brightly lit hotel.

Although it was a public holiday, everyone was still working. The villagers knew something was happening in Jack Town Hotel.

They heard someone was going to be punished for breaking the rules, but none of them dared to approach and only watched from a distance.

When Jepherson arrived at the hotel’s entrance, the guard at the door raised his hand to stop him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Richards, we’ll have to do a pat-down.”

Jepherson handed his coat to his men and raised his arms to permit the guards to frisk him.

After that, he entered Jack Town Hotel.

Zorion took off his white gloves, handed his coat to his men when he reached the entrance and raised his arms for the guards to do the same.

Then, he held Rossie’s hand, about to enter the hotel when the guards immediately blocked his way. “I’m sorry, Mr. Whalen. We have our rules here; no one enters before they’re patted down.”

Zorion’s face fell. “You dare?”

“We have female guards.”

The guard brought a female guard over as he spoke. The female guard apologized to Zorion, “Sorry, Mr. Whalen.”

“Hmph. No one touches her; ask Jacky to come out.” his face fell.

Someone came out from inside the hotel. He glanced at Zorion and said, “Mr. Whalen, please don’t make things difficult for us. Rules are rules; we must obey them.”

“I’ll wait for you outside.” Rossie turned around and returned to the car. Since Zorion didn’t want anyone touching her, she would not go in.

Zorion’s face darkened as he walked into the hotel.

They were greeted by a vast front hall as soon as they entered Jack Town Hotel. All the furniture was neatly arranged against the wall as an altar sat in the middle.

Jacky stood in front of them, tending to the altar while someone knelt on the ground. Zorion could tell with a glance that it was Logan.