All Chapters of Chasing His Ex-Wife Back: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Emily swiftly picked up her bags, preparing to rush to the hospital where Amelia was. The therapist called out, "Emily, remember to take care of yourself at all times. Don't let anyone else's needs overshadow your own well-being." Emily nodded hastily, already focused on the urgent situation ahead. At the hospital, Emily rushed to Amelia's ward, her heart racing with anxiety. Jackson confronted her, his face twisted in anger. "If Amelia dies, the blood will be on your head!" he screamed. Emily stood firm, her voice steady. "Just get over it, Jackson. Take my blood and let me get out of here." Jackson's expression turned to disgust, and he snapped at the doctor, "Act fast!" The doctor quickly prepared the equipment and began piercing Emily's skin, drawing out her blood. Emily winced in discomfort, feeling a sense of resentment towards Jackson and Amelia for putting her through this ordeal. As they sat in the hospital room, waiting for Amelia to awaken, Emily turned to Jacks

Emily stood outside, beaming with a warm smile as she greeted a group of white men who had arrived at the event. They complimented her beauty, and she graciously replied, "Thank you." Luke approached her, holding a glass of champagne in one hand and keeping the other hand casually in his pocket. "I was worried when you didn't show up," he said, his eyes filled with concern. Emily laughed slightly, "It's alright, I'm fine." Luke eyes scanned through Emily body when he noticed a bloodstain on her cloth and then he asked. “What happened to your hand?” When she looked at where he was pointing his finger, she covered her self immediately and says, “it’s nothing, just a small bruise.” “Are you okay?” Luke wanted to touch her but she raised her hands so he won’t approach. “I’m okay, really.” She forced a smiled and Luke sigh defeated. Luke continued, "I'll be leaving for the States soon." Emily's expression turned slightly melancholic, "I'll miss you. We've only spent a few

Emily lay on the floor, the smoke swirling around her head, her eyes blurry and unfocused. She felt her strength waning, her body weakened by the heat and smoke. Just as she was about to give up, she heard her name being called, "Emily!" Before she knew it, the door to the basement was kicked open, and a wooden beam fell, barely missing Luke as he rushed in. He covered his mouth, choking on the smoke, his eyes scanning the room frantically until they landed on Emily. "Help me," she whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek as the burns on her skin and face seemed too much to bear. Luke rushed to her side, scooping her up in his arms. "You're alright now, I've got you," he said, his voice filled with relief and concern. "I'll take care of you, Emily. You're safe now." As he held her close, Emily felt a sense of comfort wash over her, despite the agony she was in. She knew she was in good hands, and that Luke would do everything to save her. With that thought, she

Ava Smith sat elegantly in her office, surrounded by towering bookshelves that seemed to hold the weight of her intellect. She cradled a delicate tea cup in her hand, her lips tenderly kissing the rim as she gazed at her iPad. The soft glow of the screen illuminated her focused expression.As the door opened, her male assistant, impeccably dressed, walked down the long room to meet her. He bowed slightly, and Ava's eyes flicked up to him. She dropped her cup, and it clattered softly on the saucer."Is everything ready for us to leave?" she asked, her voice crisp and authoritative."Yes, ma'am," he replied. "All preparations have been made."Ava's gaze narrowed. "And the stock price? Any falls?"The assistant smiled, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Since you took over the company, we've been earning bountifully. The stock is rising, and investors are eager to join us. We've reached a milestone of 1 trillion in earnings so far."Ava's expression remained calm, but a hint of satisfaction

Ava sat patiently in the police room, her eyes fixed on the door as it opened and a friendly officer approached her. He smiled and took a seat across from her, his expression curious."What brings you here today?" he asked, his tone gentle.Ava's response was sudden and dramatic. She dropped the vase containing her father's ashes on the table, the sound echoing through the room. The officer's eyes widened in shock, his smile faltering."What's going on?" he asked, taken aback.Ava's voice was firm. "I want to know what happened to the case file of Mr. Greenfield."The officer's expression turned puzzled. "Huh? Oh, that case... it was concluded a long time ago."Ava leaned forward, her eyes intense. "Did you believe he committed suicide?"The officer shrugged. "Well, we found poison in his system after running some tests... and he left a letter behind. It was pretty clear-cut."Ava's voice rose. "What if he was killed or something? Have you considered that possibility?"The officer sig