บททั้งหมดของ The Trap of The CEO's Ex-Wife: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Madam Thomas frowned deeply, displeased she asked harshly, "What are you laughing at?"Patricia looked at them with a face full of sympathy and spoke slowly, "After all that has happened, do you still think it's my fault? When Bobby had his postoperative hemorrhage, I shouldn't have been soft-hearted and agreed to help."Madam Thomas’ countenance darkened, "What do you mean?"Patricia spread her hands and spoke bluntly, "Let me put it to you this way—have you ever wondered why so many doctors refused to perform surgery on Bobby?"Madam Thomas’ body shook. She understood the reasons for their refusal.Seeing her reaction, Patricia knew immediately and sarcastically raised the corners of her mouth, "Bobby’s coronary artery disease had narrow distal vessels, unsuitable for coronary artery bypass surgery. Additionally, this condition mostly affects the middle-aged and elderly, it’s exceedingly rare in children—one in a hundred thousand.”Patricia contin

In the ICU observation room, Patricia's phone 'dinged' with a message. A colleague from her department sent a WhatsApp message, informing her."Bobby didn't survive the resuscitation and passed away at 7:10 PM. Madam Thomas couldn't accept the outcome and fainted; the department is in chaos. If you can avoid coming back, stay away."The final sentence carried a lot of weight. Patricia frowned slightly and sent a message back. "Why shouldn’t I return?" The screen indicated that the other party was typing, but no message came through. Guessing what was happening, Patricia sent another message: "Does the Thomas family think Bobby's death is related to me?"This time, the reply came quickly. "We all know it's not connected to you, but the Thomas family won't listen to reason. They believe you and Professor Brown are responsible for Bobby's death. They're causing a scene in the office right now! Madam Thomas is still unconscious. No one knows where Debbie

"No, Madam Thomas, you can't do this... You watched me grow up, how can you be so heartless... I'm Greta's best friend..."Debbie shook her head in terror, her voice quivering with fear.Madam Thomas let out a 'heh heh' laugh, chilling and sinister, like it was wafting up from the depths of hell."You watched Bobby grow up too, yet you still ended up killing her! Since you don't care about our families' friendship, why should I care about you?"With those words, her palm lifted slightly.Four men surged forward, pinning Debbie to the ground.One man held her hands above her head, two others each secured a leg, and the last prepared the camera, inching closer to Debbie.Debbie tried to escape, but pinned down by limbs, she could only watch helplessly as her clothes were ripped from her body.With a 'hiss,' her clothing was torn to shreds, exposing her perfect figure to all eyes."Ah..."A blast of cold air swept over Debbie, causing her to shiver uncontrollably, tears streaming down he

As he entered, he scanned the room looking for Patricia, once he saw her, he hurried towards her, asking in a low voice, “Are you ok?” Shaking her head, Patricia said it was nothing to worry about.“These are just injuries from when they knocked me out. After being brought here, she didn’t really do anything to me…” she reassured Martin. Compared to her, Debbie had clearly suffered worse. Martin didn’t say more, he simply asked for a first-aid kit from his bodyguard and carefully treated her wounds. The medicine felt cool on her skin and brought immediate relief. Patricia looked up at the man whose face was etched with worry and couldn’t help but ask, “What are you planning to do to her?”Martin replied nonchalantly, “You don't have to worry about this issue. Just rest!”Patricia persisted, “The Langley family has always had a good relationship with the Thomas family, I don't want you to become enemies with the Thomas family because of me.”His eyes darkened slightly, “Don't worry

Despair engulfed Debbie: it was limitless and suffocating. She clung desperately to Mrs. Thomas’s legs, pleading for mercy, but to no avail – Mrs. Thomas had lost all semblance of sanity and was deaf to her cries. With a casual wave of her hand, Debbie was dragged away. Her piercing pleas and sobbing echo through the basement long after her figure disappeared.Once Debbie was gone, Mrs. Thomas, leaning on her cane, hobbled out of the basement to a room at the end of the corridor on the second floor. Darkness enveloped the room, save for the flickering red lights of candles illuminating an altar. Above it rested Bobby's portrait, a photograph of a handsome young boy with a bright smile, his eyes twinkling like stars against the night sky. Mrs. Thomas took down the portrait, her wrinkled hands tenderly caressing Bobby's handsome face as tears dotted the image. "Bobby, forgive me. It's my fault. Grandmother was foolish to trust Debbie. Are you angry with me? Is that why you won't com