The CEO's Amazing Ex-Wife Is Back! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 271 - チャプター 280

“Lassa?”“Lassa?”“Hey, Thalassa!”The sound of fingers snapping in front of her face jolted Thalassa out of her thoughts, snapping her back to reality. She blinked to find Luisa watching her, brows furrowed with concern.“Thalassa, I’ve been calling your name over and over! You didn’t even notice when I walked in,” Luisa said, her voice edged with worry. “Oh… sorry,” Thalassa murmured, running a hand over her hair with a sigh. Luisa tilted her head. “You’re still thinking about Kris?”Thalassa nodded slowly. “He still hasn’t called. It feels like he’s upset with me,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.Last night, after Kris had announced the news that his mother was going to be transferred to prison, he'd tried hard to act like everything was alright, which had made her realize that nothing was alright.Every time he'd glanced at her, she could swear that she could see some resentment in his eyes. She knew she was imagining it, but she also couldn't help but feel that

Thalassa was sitting in the cold waiting area, her hands clasped tightly together, her body stiff.In front of her, Luisa paced back and forth, her steps restless and her hands trembling. Every now and then, she would pause, cast a glance toward the double doors of the emergency room, then continue her anxious pacing.Two hours. It had been two agonizing hours since Juana had been rushed into surgery, and they still hadn’t heard a word. The silence was unbearable.Luisa suddenly stopped pacing and turned to Thalassa, her eyes glistening with tears. “This… this is all my fault,” she whispered, her voice raw with guilt. “Juana said she wanted to stay behind. She said she had work to finish, but I pushed her to come with us. If I had just let her stay to work, this wouldn’t have happened.”Thalassa’s gaze lifted slowly. “Luisa,” she said, trying to be as calm as she could, “if you’re blaming yourself for this… then what am I supposed to feel?” Her voice broke slightly. “Juana saved my

Thalassa froze the moment she saw Kris standing in the doorway. Her stomach twisted into a knot, and an uneasy tension spread through her chest. His expression was unreadable, his sharp features etched in stone, but Thalassa could tell he knew.Of course, she had known she’d have to tell him about this. But she’d decided to do it after his siblings were already in custody. For some reason, she was afraid of telling him for reasons that eluded her.Yet here he was. How did he even find out? Was he really here to save his siblings from going to jail?A triumphant smile curled Susan's lips as she turned to look at the officer gripping her arm. “I told you,” she sneered. “I told you my brother was going to come for us. Now you’d better prepare to lose your jobs.”She turned to Kris, her voice rising confidently. “Kris, tell these imbeciles to take these handcuffs off of me!”Kris stepped forward, his gait deliberate and measured. His eyes locked on Susan’s, and for a fleeting moment, her

Thalassa’s heart ached as she looked into Kris’s tear-filled eyes, guilt and sorrow etched into every line of his face. The sight of him so broken was unbearable.Without hesitation, she unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned toward him, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She held him tightly, wishing her embrace could shield him from his self-torment. "Don't say that," she whispered fervently, her voice trembling with emotion. "It’s not your fault, Kris. You did what you thought was right. You were the best brother they could ever ask for. You’ve always tried to do the right thing. You’re one of the best men I’ve ever known." She pulled back slightly to look at him, her hands gripping his shoulders. "It’s not your fault they turned out this way. You can’t take responsibility for their choices. We’re all responsible for our own actions, and you..." She softened, her voice steady. "You are a good man, Kris." Kris leaned back just enough to meet her eyes, searching her expression.

After turning off the TV, Bridget scanned her eyes around the empty space. Her eyes fell on Rita’s phone which was lying on the couch, face down. She'd forgotten to take it along.She smiled faintly, shaking her head, “Poor thing. She’s thinking about too much.” She picked it up and tucked it in her hand before making her way to the hall to flip off the lights. Then she made her way upstairs.When she reached her Rita's door, she knocked lightly, calling, “Madam?”There was no answer. She waited a beat, then knocked again, a little louder this time, her brow furrowing as she listened for any sign of movement. Silence.Bridget frowned, a little puzzled. Her boss had gone upstairs not even four minutes ago. Could she have already fallen asleep? It seemed unlikely, but maybe she really had been more tired than Bridget realized. “Well,” she mumbled to herself, “I can give it to her tomorrow.”She turned to head down to her room, but something stopped her. She turned back toward the door