All Chapters of Ex-Husband Step Aside, I Don't Need You Anymore : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

She checked her pulse and was slightly revived. She was still alive, but she was unresponsive. Jennifer quickly grabbed her phone and dialed Albert’s number. Her hands were shaking so badly that she almost pressed the wrong button. As the phone began to ring, she prayed he would pick it up. Unfortunately, he didn’t answer. She tried again. "Albert, please! Pick up the phone!" She cried out, but there was no response. By the time Jennifer was calling, Albert was on his way to his company. He had seen her calls but had ignored them intentionally. When she called again, it felt as if she was disturbing and distracting him from diving. He reached for the device, switched it to silent, and continued driving. Back at home, Jennifer kept calling. She called him multiple times before she finally gave up. She couldn’t waste any more time. She put her phone and bank card into her purse and carried Emily up. She needed to take her daughter to the hospital by any means. She step

Caleb got to Albert's company and headed directly to his office. When he got to his door, he knocked. "Come in." He heard Albert's voice from the inside, and pushed the door, then stepped inside. Albert looked up from his desk, a smile forming as he prepared to greet him. But when he saw Caleb's facial expression, his smile faltered. It was as if Caleb was coming to confront him. He began to wonder what he had done wrong. "So you are truly in your office." He said in disbelief. Albert furrowed his brows slightly in confusion. "Is there any problem? Have you been looking for me?" He gestured to the chair in front of him. "Please, sit down." But Caleb refused to sit down. "I’m not here to sit down, Albert." He said with a tense voice. "I’ve been calling you, but you weren’t picking up." "You were calling me?" Albert asked, and just then, he remembered his phone was on silent. "Oh! My phone is on silent. I wasn’t aware. I'm sorry about it." "Anyway, I'm just coming from the h

He got up from the bed and made his way to the living room. He headed to the mini-bar, grabbed a bottle of wine, and poured himself a generous amount. He took a deep sip and leaned against the counter, letting the drink burn its way down his throat. He went and sat on the couch, then poured another drink for himself. He wanted to get tipsy and forget about his wife and daughter so he could sleep. But the more he drank, the more the thought filled his head. Soon, he emptied the bottle of wine. At this point, he couldn't even stand up. He lay there, drunk and exhausted. He didn't know when he drifted off to sleep. For the first time in ten years, he slept on the couch. . . . The next morning, in the hospital, Immediately it clocked seven, the doctor arrived for the routine checkup. He examined Emily and turned to Jennifer with a reassuring expression. "She’s recovering well. She's now fit to go home. She just needs to continue her medication." "Alright, thank you, doctor." Th