บททั้งหมดของ Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: บทที่ 1181 - บทที่ 1190

"What happened?" Garland emerged from the kitchen with a drumstick in his mouth.Holding her phone, Liza said anxiously, "Dad isn't answering my calls."Garland rolled his eyes. "What's so surprising about that? He never answers my calls.""No," Liza said. "Dad loves me the most. He's never ignored my calls."Debra chimed in, "Could it be that he didn't see the calls?""No way. My dad always has his phone with him. He didn't pick up last night. By now, he should have called me back," Liza explained."Well, why not just call home?" Garland whipped out his phone and called home.The line soon went through."Hello, this is Eaton Mansion.""It's me. Put my dad on the phone.""Mr. Eaton? Is it really you?""Who else would it be? Just get my dad on the phone.""Your father, he...""What's going on? Did anything happen to him?""He is in the hospital.""What? Is he ill? Is it serious?""It's serious. The doctor is pessimistic about his condition.""We're coming home right now

Outside a church, Drake leaned against his car, lighting a cigarette.By the time he finished smoking, Kale had sealed off the church with his team."Anything?" Drake asked.Kale gestured for his men to bring over a few boxes. Inside lay black cloaks and white masks resembling those from European theater."Nothing else?""No."Drake picked up a mask and turned to Debra, who was sitting in the car. "Is this it?"Debra looked at it and nodded. "That's the one.""Pack them up and take them away.""Your one-swoop takedowns are pretty polished.""It's passable.""That wasn't a compliment."Drake had brought her there so early in the morning. She had thought there was some urgent matter, but it was just sealing off the church."If you shut the church down, how will we catch them in the net?""I've taken control of the Jovial Hotel. Do you think they'd still come back?""Makes sense. So, you do use your brain occasionally.""Of course.""Then what's the point of sealing this

Half an hour later, Debra looked at the financial reports in her hands.She was amazed. "Not only did we not lose, but we made a profit? That's impressive, Randy.""Really?" Erica leaned in for a look. "Must be owed to the strategies you made.""That's not it," Randy argued. "The profits are owed to Andrew. You know, since Debra left, Theda has been attacking us like crazy. There is no way I could handle it. Andrew sorted it all out."Intrigued, Debra asked. "How did he handle it?""Who knows? Maybe charm or trick." Randy shrugged."Come on. You think Andrew's like you?" Erica swatted his neck. "Use your brain sometimes. Of course, Andrew tapped into his business savvy and connections.""Ouch! I was just kidding." Randy pouted.Debra asked again, "Has he been at home these past few days?""Yeah. Where else would he be?" Randy replied. "He rarely leaves the house since he was born. This time, he flew all the way to Orkgate for your wedding. That's really something."He paused

Finally, Marion set Debra down from his back."Open your eyes and see. Do you like it?" he said.Debra opened her eyes and found herself surrounded by warm, simple decor. It wasn't a cold black-and-white color scheme but a soft, creamy shade. The room was filled with fluffy, cute stuffed animals and a cozy, pretty sofa. Any girl would love such a place.A golden retriever dashed out from the corner, leaping toward Debra and showering her with enthusiastic licks.Debra laughed, barely able to fend it off. "Ori, stop. Alright, I will let you lick me. Then you should stop."She crouched down, and the dog happily licked her cheek several times before finally sitting down and wagging its tail."This is our new home." Marion wrapped his arms around her from behind and continued, "After we're done with things here, we can go to the mountains and spend a few relaxing days. If you want to stay in the city, we can always come back. No matter where you want to go, I'll be by your side.""S

Debra looked over at the kitchen.He came out wearing an apron, with a pot in his hands and a harmless smile on his face."Mrs. Houston, I made soup for you and Mr. Houston," he said.His double face was something else.Randy rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't imagining things. The guy had been all gloomy in the kitchen, but in the blink of an eye, he looked sweet and innocent."Put it there," Debra replied.Ivan complied and went back to the kitchen.Neither Debra nor Marion seemed interested in the soup.Randy ventured, "Aren't you two going to try it?""No need. It's undrinkable," Debra responded.Skeptically, Erica lifted the lid and sniffed at it. There was no smell.She tasted a spoonful and frowned. "How did he manage to make something that's both bland and bad?""Really?" Randy stepped forward to have a taste.His face twisted. "How did he make it sweet and salty? Doesn't he even try his own soup?"Debra wasn't bothered by it. Ivan wasn't going anywhere anyway