บททั้งหมดของ Dear Ex-Husband, Beg For Mercy: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Around the afternoon, Lily was casually sitting in the living room of her father’s apartment, lost in her thoughts while waiting for Noah to return from school, when she received a call from an unknown number. She didn't pick up the call, even though she was staring at the caller ID. However, when the phone rang for the second time, she decided to pick it up. “Hello.” She answered after clearing her throat a little. An unfamiliar male voice from the other side answered, making her frown. “Is this Mrs. Lily Allen?” The male voice asked, making Lily pause because of her sudden bitterness. The surname Allen brought back so many unwanted thoughts, which she tried to escape. “Y-yeah. Who’s this?” She swallowed the bitterness before answering the person’s question. “Mrs Allen, I'm Robert Wilson, your father’s colleague. Christian was arrested by the police a few minutes ago, and they are taking him to the police station. Please visit the New York City police department as soon as pos

Lily slowly opened her eyes while trying to adjust to the sudden source of light. She blinks a few times to adapt her vision before checking her surroundings. A frown broke on her face as she slowly got up from the bed while looking around herself in confusion. The bunch of moving nurses, doctors, and patients alongside the white curtains cleared her suspicion. She was in the hospital. But how? She looked at her hand, which was covered in IV drips. As she tried to remember what happened, one by one, the memories from the previous night played in her head like a flashback. The last thing she remembered was calling and getting into it. However, since she was completely soaked in the cold rain, she was shivering badly. She probably caught a fever because of exhaustion and a cold before passing out in the taxi. Lily let out a groan when she tried to move her body. Her whole body was aching in pain. She looked down at her body and found herself dressed in blue hospital clothes. Letting ou

Two weeks passed after Anthea had a heated argument with Rayan. Since that night, she hadn't seen or heard anything about him, as if he had vanished to prove his words. One week ago, Anthea and Sebastian decided to throw an engagement party to make everything official. To be honest, Anthea didn't have any plans previously regarding the engagement; however, she was furious with Rayan’s ridiculous words, which is why she impulsively said things about throwing the engagement party and inviting him to her engagement. She did that completely in the heat of the moment and then had to talk to Sebastian and arrange everything within the next two weeks. Nothing was going according to her plan; besides, the things Rayan said that day in the restaurant were stuck in her head. She couldn't understand why he would suddenly declare something like that. His words and actions made no sense to her at all. Besides, he was behaving like he still loved her, and being engaged to Aurelia meant nothing to

The next day, Anthea woke up from her sleep from the continuous ringing of her phone. She didn't get a wink of sleep last night because of everything that happened yesterday. Since the moment Rayan left her apartment, she has been in a great dilemma. Her heart and mind had been in a huge war regarding everything she just found out. As the phone kept ringing, Anthea let out a groan before reaching out her hand to grab the phone from the cabinet. She blinked her eyes a few times to get rid of the sleepiness. As she checked the ID, she found it was a call from Emilia. Anthea checked the time and found it was around 9 a.m. in the morning, which made her sigh. “Hey.” She greeted her in a hoarse voice as soon as the call was connected. “You need to check the news; I'm coming over.” Emilia’s worried voice reached her ears, making Anthea frown. She tried to get up from the bed while wondering what Emilia was talking about. “What happened, Emi?” Anthea asked in confusion while removing the

The moment Anthea stepped inside Nevaeh’s room, her heart dropped to her stomach at the sight of her. The poor baby was sleeping on the small single bed, her face pale and red due to the fever. Anthea walked towards her with small steps while clenching her fists tightly on both sides. Rosie, who was initially sitting beside the sleeping Nevaeh, looked up at her with an with an invisible shock on her face. Anthea spared her a small smile in acknowledgement before directly making her way over the bed and then sitting down on the left side of the bed. Neaveh’s small body was half covered in a blue floral-printed duvet. “Has she eaten anything in the morning?” Anthea asked in a small voice as she placed her hand on Nevaeh’s forehead. Thankfully, she wasn't burning up with fever. Her temperature had cooled down slightly, but there were still traces of fever. "Yeah, but not much. Rayan was able to feed her a few spoons of soup I had prepared in the morning.” Rosie answered with a sigh, gl