Chasing His Runaway Wife

Chapter 82

this are caught a black sedan discreetly parked along the roadside as de waked out of the hospital.

The window slowly gided down to reveal Malcolm’s handsome side

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Site destapod Br a moment but walked past his car without sparing a giance & Mabelm

Maledim was confident she had spotted him. He lightly sounded the horn and cessòr commanded.

Tabitha get in the car.

Tabitha tuned around to meet his gare. Shaking her head profusely, she sud. The made pins with a

friend, no time”

Who knows if that car carries Naomi she thought. She was not willing to

Observing her stridery as she spoke, Malcolm immediately got out of the car and grabbed her wrist to

bring her in front of him. You clearly

old Grandpa you were going to the flower market. Why are you here at the hospitan

Despite Tabitha’s efforts to break free from his grasp, her struggles proved Surile. Instead, she chose

to speak calmly. “I did go to the flower market. Since I’m here to see Emmanuel. I bought a bouquet of

dried flowers”

Emmanuel again! Malcolm cursed inwardly

Malcolm’s face was clouded with irritation when she brought up Emmanuel. He said. “Hey, did you

forget you’re not exactly in good health? It’s not the best idea to be hanging around the hospital on

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Im bere to visit a friend. What’s the big deal Tabitha retorted coldly. As

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for you, why did you come to the hospital on Christmas?”

“I came to pick you up,” he said.

Malcolm’s words were softly spoken. Tabitha found it hard to believe her ears, surprised by the

unexpected tenderness in his words.

As the moments unfolded, a sudden clarity washed over Tabitha that it was Alaric who sent Malcolm

here.

Feeling a hint of displeasure, she casually turned down his ride. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m good.” Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Malcolm’s eyes lingered on Tabitha’s deliberately chosen light purple coat, which complemented her

features and added a radiant touch to her complexion.

Malcolm could not help but wonder if she had gone to see Emmanuel dressed like that before.

Today, there was no roasted turkey for her to bring to the hospital. Malcolm wondered, ‘What else could

she possibly bring for Emmanuel instead?‘

Malcolm could not hold back. “Tabitha, Emmanuel isn’t as gentle and harmless as he looks. Don’t let

him fool you.”

While knowing that Emmanuel was anything but simple, Tabitha refrained from making unfounded

accusations until she had concrete evidence that he was a terrible person.

Until then, engaging in this conversation with Malcolm felt utterly pointless to her.

Her response was calm. “Emmanuel is your cousin. I came to see him. because he was injured. Why

would I be fooled by him?”

Tabitha did not have the patience for Malcolm now. A few words were

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enough for her to be distracted.

Yet, she was willing to spend all of her time visiting Emmanuel at the hospital.

Malcolm, unable to control his anger, seized her wrist, causing her knuckles to pale under his forceful

grip.

Tabitha frowned. “You’re hurting me. Let go.”

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Malcolm released his grip, leaving Tabitha’s wrist bruised. She rubbed it as she said, “If there’s nothing

else, I’ll be going now.”

With that, Tabitha turned on her heel and strode away, preferring to hail a taxi rather than accept a ride

from Malcolm.

As he watched Tabitha walk further and further from his reach, Malcolm’s lips drooped slightly.

In a nearby corner, a middle–aged man with a gloomy expression stood, observing the scene unfold.

Jayden, who still lingered around the hospital, noted Tabitha’s repeated visits, this time with nutritional

supplements in hand.

Seeing her here on a holiday roused his suspicions about her intentions. with Emmanuel. If she was

uninterested in him, there was no reason for her to see him in the hospital on such an important

holiday.

On top of that, to Jayden, she looked like she was pregnant.

Jayden’s blood boiled with excitement as he conceived an idea. With that in mind, he immediately

called Emmanuel.

“Merry Christmas, Emmanuel.”

The mere utterance of those words made Emmanuel’s face contorted into a gloomy look, anger

flickering in his eyes. He had no desire to respond.

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“I saw that woman,” Jayden noted. “It looks like she’s pregnant, and she’s looking quite weak. Quite the

delicate young lady, isn’t she? If she happens. to bump into something, who knows what could

happen?”

Emmanuel’s heart skipped a beat, realizing Jayden was referring to

Tabitha. A rush of blood surged to his head as he angrily asked, “What do you want?”

“Hey, don’t get all worked up.” Jayden wryly chuckled. “It’s Christmas, and here I am, broke and

jobless. Just thought I’d hit up my son for some living expenses, you know?“.

At the mere mention of money again, an overwhelming sense of disgust surged within Emmanuel.

Word by word, he enunciated, “In… your… dreams.”

The fact that Jayden had returned unscathed was already the greatest mercy. Even giving him a single

penny was entirely out of the question.

“Not giving, eh?” Jayden’s sneered. “Then I’ll go to that woman. Last time at the bar, I witnessed her

being generous toward John. 400 thousand dollars, she readily handed over. But I’m only asking for

about 20,000 dollars from her. That wouldn’t even dent her bank, right?”

Emmanuel felt his temple throbbing. Through gritted teeth, he managed to utter, “You do whatever you

want.”

Hearing Emmanuel remaining stubbornly unswayed by his threats, Jayden turned ruthless. “Your

words. If she freaks out, don’t blame me for not giving you a heads–up…”

Emmanuel, amid his irritation, felt a hint of panic. He abruptly hung up and tossed his phone heavily

onto the bedside table, unwilling to devote any more thought to the matter.

However, even after some time had passed, Emmanuel found himself unable to shake the unsettling

feeling that clung to him. He picked up his

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phone again and made another call, issuing an order to his subordinate, “Arrange for two of our most

reliable men to keep an eye on Jayden 24/7.”

“Sure, Mr. Sinclair,” Emmanuel’s subordinate replied.