Ex-Husband’s Endless Pestering

Chapter 220

The woman on the next bed spoke while eating pistachio. “I’m telling you, it’s better to believe than to disregard these superstitions. Hospitals are full of negative energy, and you can very well be targeted by ghosts.”

“What happened to your daughter back then?” the male patient asked.

“Her entire body hurt, and she was exhausted. She felt as if something was on her back.” The woman sat up straight. “I’m telling you, people shouldn’t do bad things. My daughter was targeted by ghosts because of my –husband!”

“I also heard that the church at Mount Kismet is really effective.”

“My daughter’s high fever wouldn’t go away, so some people told me to go to Kismet Church and pray to God. If one acknowledges all of their wrongdoings and tells God everything, He’ll forgive them, and their children wouldn’t have to suffer in their stead.” The woman sighed.

The few people nodded in agreement. “One must be kind and not do wrong. Otherwise, they’ll end up being haunted.”

“One of my relatives back home is super weird. She could hear what we couldn’t hear and see what we couldn’t see. She also liked provoking those ‘things.‘ Later on, we sought advice from a priest at Kismet Church. We asked if she had hurt anybody. She was beyond terrified, so how could she hurt anybody? It wasn’t until we mulled over it carefully that we recalled she had an abortion when she was younger.”

“This is retribution.”

Ashley listened as goosebumps rose all over her body, and the soreness was intensifying.

She got out of bed, intending to take a walk, but it hurt all over.

It was as if she was walking while carrying something that weighed over 1,000 pounds on her back.

Ashley had also heard about Mount Kismet and how effective it was.

“Looks like… I’ll have to see a priest after getting discharged,” she mused.

Over at Gibsre, Corporation, Charles had just ended his meeting. He then went out and saw Quinton. “Why are

you here?”

“Can’t I be here?” Quinton raised his eyebrows.

Noticing that the atmosphere between the two men was off, the people around them hurriedly explained, “Mr. Larson, this is the new project director.”

Charles let out a bark of laughter. “Has Henry lost his mind? He’s inviting trouble.”

“You’re the one who’s trouble, don’t you think?” Quinton snorted. He didn’t want to stir things up, so he turned. around and left.

However, Charles sneered and trailed behind him. “I heard things between you and Jessica are still vague.”

“She’s my wife now. Watch your words.” Quinton frowned. Things weren’t vague between him and Jessica at all.

Taken aback, Charles was silent for a moment before letting out a chuckle. “Quinton, you’re really something. The phrases ‘ruthless‘ and ‘cold–hearted‘ truly describes who you are as a person.”

All of a sudden, a loud bang sounded, Quinton had punched Charles in a fit of rage.

He had promised Henry that he wouldn’t cause trouble, but it was Charles who instigated it.

Charles wanted to fight back, but he was held back by several assistants.

Quinton looked at Charles, anger flitting across his eyes. “You’d better be nice to her.”

“So what if I want to be rude?” Charles had nastier things to say, but after giving it a second thought, he deemed

it unnecessary.

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He would anger Quinton, but at the same time, Jessica would be hurt.

“Charles Larsan!” Quinton was about to strike again.

“Take it outside if you want to fight!” The elevator door opened to reveal Henry, who wore a dark expression on his countenance.

Charles and Quinton instantly stopped talking and let out a snort before tidying themselves up.

“Quinton, come in.” Henry rubbed his temples.

Quinton followed behind Henry and was punched by his older half–brother as soon as he entered the office.

Quinton couldn’t help feeling aggrieved. “Why did Henry hit me?” he wondered.

“What did I tell you? I said you could join Gibson Corporation, but you have to learn to behave yourself! You fought with Charles on your first day. Are you not embarrassed?” Henry chided sternly.

Quinton’s eyes instantly reddened. “Why can’t I hit him? He scolded my wife. Hitting him is barely anything! What shitty job is this? I quit!”

Quinton turned around to leave.

At the sight of this, Henry rubbed his temples. He knew he had acted impulsively, and he should have gotten to the bottom of things. “If you quit, you’ll be the butt of the joke to Spike. Do you want him to confine you to the ancestral hall and force you to divorce Jessica?”

Just as Quinton was about to open the door, his hand stiffened, and he whipped his head around, glaring at Henry with anger.

“Were his words harsh?” Henry was the first to compromise.

“You can ask him if he deserved to be hit or not.” Quinton snorted. His older half–brother had already made a compromise, yet he stubbornly refused to admit defeat.

“Jessica is my wife now. She’s my bottom line, so no one can say anything about her. If I can be like you, Jessical will be the second Josie, but I don’t want to follow in your footsteps and end up losing my woman.” Quinton’s barbed comments were laced with mockery toward Henry.

Henry clenched his jaw. He wanted to get angry, but there was no reason to.

“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have hit you first. I should’ve asked you about what happened.”

Quinton was taken aback. He lifted his head and looked at Henry in disbelief. “He’s apologizing?” Ite mused.

“I’ll deal with Charles. Since you’re here, you should focus on work. Do you understand me? Henry warned again.

The defiant Quinton remained silent.

Then, Henry opened the door and left to look for Charles. He was rather protective of his younger half– sibling.

He also knew why Charles targeted Quinton. The grudge between the two of them stemmed from Spike’s men hitting Charles with a car,

Henry pushed open the door leading to Charles‘ office and made his way inside.

At that moment, Charles was looking in the mirror. When he saw Henry walking in, he instantly hid the mirror.

“Doesn’t that jerk know now to hit people in the face? I have a date tonight!” he grumbled internally.

‘Spike was the one who ordered his men to hit you with the car. He was also the one who threatened you, not Quinton. He’s a no–good fellow, so you can curse at him all you want, but you shouldn’t insult a woman. Do you think that’s real manly of you?” Henry walked over and kicked at Charles‘ chair.

The chair had wheels and slid toward a corner after the kick.

Charles‘ face darkened. “Henry’s quite protective,” he mused. Then, he said to Henry, “Fine, I was in the wrong. I shouldn’t have called Jessica a bitch, all right?”

Henry drew in a deep breath. By the time Charles slid back to his original spot, Henry launched another kick at

his chair.

“No wonder Quinton beat you up. You deserved it!” uttered Henry through gritted teeth. “Charles Larson, you’d better watch your mouth!”

Charles frowned, knowing he was at fault. “What do you want?”

“Apologize. Go and apologize to Quinton.” Henry rubbed his temples. “This is so childish…” NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Two grown men were fighting each other. It was truly and utterly childish.

“Me? Apologizing to him? Forget about it!” Charles grew infuriated. “I’ll apologize to Quinton when Spike apologizes to me!”

Frowning, Henry declared, “Quinton has nothing to do with Spike!”

However, Charles merely sneered at his words. “Humph. They’re both no good.”

“Whatever.” Henry didn’t want to argue with Charles anymore and turned to leave.

After a long silence, Charles finally rose to his feet and exited his office.

“Apologize to Quinton Taibbi? Why should I? Even if I have to apologize, I should be apologizing to Jessica for speaking without thinking. I guess that woman isn’t that bad,” he pondered.

“Um… I didn’t mean to say that about Jessica,” Charles uttered haughtily.

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