บททั้งหมดของ My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Excusing herself, Emily paused for a quick touch-up and then started searching for Amelia, eager to reconnect. However, before she could spot Amelia, someone blocked her path.Eve positioned herself right in front of Emily, a seemingly apologetic look painting her face. "I was wrong before, and I didn't mean those harsh words. Could you forgive me?"Eve bowed deeply, her face full of calculated sincerity, offering a heartfelt apology. "I'm really sorry, Emily."A jolt of surprise ran through Emily. She stumbled backward, torn between lending a hand and simply freezing in place, her uncertainty pinning her feet to the spot.Once Eve straightened up, Emily hastily waved her hands, nervously signaling that she had already forgiven Eve.“So, you've forgiven me?" Eve’s face lit up.Emily gave a small nod. She kept glancing around, her mind busy scanning faces, intent on finding Amelia among the crowd.“You're such a gem, Miss Madrigal. There's so much goodness in you. People are bound to ad

Eve, on the other hand, couldn't help throwing in one last jab. "Go ahead then. Let's see your magic."Eve had purposely delayed things. Now, Emily looked barely alive. And Amelia was just a vet. What did she know about saving people?At Amelia’s silence, Eve sneered. "What's the matter? Cold feet? You're all talk, aren't you?"Ignoring her, Amelia turned to the guests. "Everyone, I want you all to witness this bet."Gathered onlookers nodded, voices rising in agreement until a cold, commanding voice silenced them all. "I'll be the one to witness this bet."Everyone turned at once. A tall, commanding figure was striding into view.“It's Eugene! He's here!"“With Eugene around, no one will dare back out of the bet, win or lose."“Who do you think will win? I'm betting on the Wrights. What can some random vet even do?"“Wait, is that a doctor with Eugene? Let's hear what the doctor says first. If it's nothing serious, Emily will wake up soon, and it has nothing to do with Amelia’s suppos

Having made up his mind, Owen pressed the scalpel into Amelia’s hand, his movements stiff.“Miss Brown," he called out, his voice soft but edged with unmistakable threat. "Miss Madrigal’s life is in your hands now. Any mistake, and I will hold you responsible, down to your last breath."“No worries. Miss Madrigal’s going to make it," Amelia assured him, her tone steady, eyes burning with clear determination.There was something unshakeable in her manner, so calm, so assured that for a fleeting second, even Owen found himself wanting to believe her.Amelia dropped to one knee beside Emily, the scalpel glinting between her fingers.Gently, she brushed Emily’s bangs aside and pinned them away from her pale forehead.Owen’s eyes widened, his nerves stretched to the brink. "You're not about to perform a craniotomy, are you?"Amelia let out a breezy laugh, the tension barely ruffling her composure. "Relax. I'm not opening up anyone's skull. I'm just going to drain a bit of the poisoned blood

“Has Gentry completely lost it? What kind of lunatic hands Emily’s life over to a damn vet from the middle of nowhere?" Ivan, shaking with indignation, stepped forward to argue, only to be silenced by a sharp slap that echoed through the room.Ivan staggered back, a crimson handprint blossoming on his cheek. The blow left his ears ringing and his pride in shreds. Stunned, he pressed a trembling hand to his face, shame burning hotter than the sting.“You insolent brat! Who gave you the right to question your great-uncle's decision like that?" Adam bellowed, his fury echoing off the walls. "You may have lost your mind, but he never would!"Ivan’s jaw tightened, swallowing every ounce of humiliation along with his outrage. He knew better than to talk back now, so he turned his scowl on Amelia instead, nothing ever went right when that woman showed up.“Dad, I was out of line," Ivan muttered, forcing himself to look contrite as he faced the Madrigal family. "I'm sorry. I just…Emily’s situa

Amelia could barely hold back her laughter any longer, the whole charade had nearly made her burst.“Thank you so much, Dr. Gates!" The Madrigal family and Owen chimed in at once, their voices layering over each other as they bowed in deep gratitude. Even though Owen couldn't see them from the other end of the line, their gestures brimmed with sincere relief.The moment Amelia ended the call, she spun toward them, her expression crisp and commanding. "Take Miss Madrigal to the hospital now. She needs stitches, don't waste a second."Dante snapped to attention, barely containing his relief. "Understood!"If Amelia truly had this connection to Jacob, then every bold claim she'd made had to be real. She'd just saved Emily’s life, and now, the entire Madrigal family owed her everything.The moment Eugene shifted to follow, Dante shut it down with a firm hand.“You're not going anywhere. Stay here and entertain Miss Brown, the banquet still needs a host."The party was in full swing, kickin