Getting My Ex-wife Back

Xanthus opened his eyes slowly and forced a smile at Raeleigh when he heard her crying. “Don’t cry. You don’t look pretty anymore when you cry.”

“Alright, I won’t. I won’t cry.” Raeleigh said but cried even louder.

Xanthus clenched his teeth, and his breathing became even more rapid as he said with great difficulty, “I might not recover if you keep on crying but will be better if you stop.”

Raeleigh stared at him and wiped the tears from her face hard, forcing her tears back.

Seeing that she stopped crying, Xanthus closed his eyes and recalled the incident, trying to divert his attention.

Raeleigh kept wiping Xanthus’s sweat but suddenly stopped and uncovered the throw from his body. She unbuttoned his shirt and realized his torso was covered with rashes.

Her face blanched as she grew frightened. She took off Xanthus’s shirt, only to find his body slick with sweat as if he was in a shower.

Rashes that looked like tiny grains spread all over his skin.

Her gaze trailed down to his lower torso; the rashes had already spread to his waist just above the trousers. She believed even her lower limbs were covered with it.

Xanthus opened his eyes weakly. “I’m fine. It’s just a reaction.”

Raeleigh stood there, dumbfounded. “I will not let her get away with this.”

Their eyes met. After a long time, Xanthus gasped and said, “If you get angry, you lose.”

Tears gathered in Raeleigh’s eyes; she did not let them fall but wiped away forcefully instead. Then, she took out her phone and called Jacky.

“Come to my house and bring a reliable doctor with you. One that knows everything.”

Raeleigh gritted her teeth as she put down her phone, then sat down and covered Xanthus with the throw.

Jacky hung up the phone and looked at Santiago. “Looks like something happened. Her tone doesn’t sound right.”

Santiago was lying in bed, waiting for Raeleigh to return; he couldn’t rest if she didn’t come back. When Jacky answered the phone, he was confused and wondered why she called Jacky.

Upon hearing his words, Santiago immediately stood up.

Jacky followed behind as Santiago went to grab his shirt. Jacky helped drape it over him.

“Did you bring cigarettes?” Santiago asked.

Jacky pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one for him, and brought it to his mouth. He bit down on it, then walked toward the door.

The two of them headed straight to the elevator. After entering, Santiago leaned against the wall and took a drag on his cigarette before removing it from his mouth as he closed his eyes.

Shortly, they came out of the elevator, Jacky leading the way. They left the hospital together hurriedly, moving like a gust of wind.

Outside, the snow was falling. “Are you sure you’re fine?” Jacky asked Santiago.

Santiago’s arm was in bandages, and he was wearing a sling. Thus, he couldn’t move his arms. He had been wearing only the sling while he was in the ward; it looked just like a bulletproof jacket but only provided tension and confinement.

He couldn’t move his arms at all while wearing the sling, and he couldn’t put on his clothes either.

It didn’t bother Santiago when he wore the sling inside the ward. After all, it was warm in there, but now that they were outside, it was different.

Jacky was worried that Santiago’s body was still weak after the injury. His wounds had yet to heal, and if he fell ill, it would complicate the situation.

Santiago sneered. “Go look for a doctor.”

He flicked the cigarette butt between his fingertips into the air, and it drew an arc in the night sky before landing on the ground. Then, he pulled open the car door and sat inside.

Jacky looked at Santiago, curiosity rising in his heart. He thought Santiago looked just like a falcon hunting in the night. Only falcons were so wild and untamed.

After getting in the car, he drove towards Raeleigh’s place. At the same time, he called his men to send their doctor out.

At that moment, Jacky’s car travelled at a speed faster than a rocket.

…

Jepherson was stunned after receiving the call. “Santiago is heading to Raeleigh’s place?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Make sure he’s safe.”

“What about Raeleigh?”

“I know what to do.”

Jepherson hung up the phone and got out of bed as he recalled the moment when he left Raeleigh. He couldn’t think of anything suspicious.

Something had happened to Xanthus then.

Jepherson squinted, his expression as cold as a blade.

He sat back down on his bed but did not make any further moves.

…

After they arrived at Raeleigh’s place, Jacky opened the car door, and Santiago got out with a shirt draped over his shoulders, braving the snow. Santiago knocked on the door and went in.

Raeleigh was a little surprised to see him. Her body was soaking wet from the sweat, and her hair was a mess.

Raeleigh swallowed as if she had finally met her savior. However, she did not forget about Santiago’s injury and glanced at his shoulder.

“Why aren’t you wearing your shirt?” Raeleigh asked, still sobbing. Santiago glanced at her sharply and wiped her tears. “You good-for-nothing. Why are you crying?”

Raeleigh pursed her lips, swallowed her tears, then walked inside quickly, Santiago and Jacky following closely behind. When they were inside, Raeleigh turned around to face them.

Santiago stared at Xanthus. He laid motionless on the sofa as if he was dead, but he was still panting.

His face was a little red; it seemed like he had a rash.

But he was drenched in sweat. He didn’t look alright at all, and his arms would twitch from time to time.

“What happened?” Santiago asked.

Raeleigh bent down and pulled the throw away, revealing Xanthus’s naked torso to Santiago and Jacky. The atmosphere in the room grew tense in an instant.

Santiago’s face turned cold. “Who did it?”

“Stella,” Raeleigh gritted her teeth and said.

Then, she began to cry as her hands worked non-stop to wipe the sweat off Xanthus’s body.

Santiago glanced at Jacky. “Have you seen a person after they ingested meth?”

Jacky walked over to Xanthus and lowered his head to check on him. “An excessive intake of meth must have caused this.”

“Meth?” Raeleigh stared at her dying brother in disbelief.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Santiago also went to Xanthus and crouched down to look at him. “Xanthus.”

Xanthus didn’t respond, and Raeleigh was heartbroken. She clutched the throw tightly in her hands. He had been unresponsive since she called Jacky; she couldn’t wake him up no matter how hard she tried. She didn’t know what had happened, and she wasn’t sure if she should call for help.

“Xanthus,” Santiago called again.

Xanthus still did not answer but suddenly glanced at Raeleigh and shouted, “Stop crying!”

Raeleigh shuddered in fear and dropped the throw onto the ground.

Santiago’s face fell instantly, glaring daggers at Xanthus. Xanthus frowned in effort and finally opened his turbid eyes.