All Chapters of Ex-Mate Wants Me Back: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Third Person's POVThat sentence struck Mortimer's absolute, fatal weakness with pinpoint accuracy.He shuddered. The thick wolf fur on his arms rapidly receded like the ebbing tide, and the terrifying, berserk aura vanished in an instant.Deprived of his iron grip, Vivian collapsed onto the floor like a puddle of mud, clutching her throat and coughing violently.Wilmot clicked his tongue silently in his mind.As expected, only the name "Seraphina" works.A massive amount of air suddenly poured back into her throat, choking Vivian. She coughed repeatedly, her legs so weak from pure terror that she could only slump on the floor.The fear still lingering in the air made her tremble violently. But despite her panic, she hadn't missed the terrifying word Mortimer had just said—message?What message?She had sent Seraphina countless messages over the years; which one was Mortimer talking about? One that nearly got her killed?Vivian's already fear-filled eyes were overtaken by an even deep

Third Person's POVIn the past, Trista always told her she was "too subservient" in front of Mortimer. She hadn't understood it then.What was wrong with loving someone?But it wasn't until she almost died under the heavy, suffocating snow in Alaska that she finally understood—there is absolutely nothing wrong with loving someone.The mistake is that, in what should be an equal partnership, you place yourself far too low. You only remember to love him, but you forget to love yourself first.Thinking of this, Seraphina suddenly felt a bit reflective.For those three years, she really had been the one trying "too hard to please."She reached out and petted Dash, who was happily chewing on his little ball in the stroller, and continued her leisurely stroll through the mall.During this time, Seraphina received a call from the court. The official stated that Lillian's legal representation had proposed mediation regarding Dash's case, but Seraphina flatly refused."I do not accept mediatio

Third Person's POV"What exactly have you learned all these years, eating, drinking, and playing around abroad under the guise of recovering your health? You have absolutely zero skills, and you actually want to inherit the company? As long as your brother is around, you get to keep playing the pampered young miss. Without your brother, you can look forward to ending up homeless on the streets!"Throwing down those harsh words, Connor didn't even care about Vivian's livid, ashen face as he turned and stormed right out of Rolf's hospital room.Being thoroughly scolded and belittled by Connor left Vivian entirely consumed by rage.She cursed under her breath, turned around, and slammed the door furiously as she left, completely uncaring whether the loud crash would disturb her biological brother, who was still trying to recover in the bed.Rolf hadn't been asleep to begin with. Listening to the two of them argue in his room as if he didn't even exist, he let out a deeply exhausted sigh.

Third Person's POVLos Angeles International Airport, International Arrivals.Seraphina waited at the exit with Dash.From a distance, she saw Caldwell walking toward her, pushing a suitcase and carrying a large backpack.Caldwell spotted her too. He took off the sunglasses that covered half his face and waved at her."Caldwell," Seraphina called out, pushing Dash's stroller forward to meet him."Long time no see." Caldwell raised an eyebrow slightly. "So polite? You're not going to call me 'Chairman'?"Seraphina froze for a second before remembering the playful message she had replied with earlier today. She laughed out loud."Let's go. We'll head to the hotel first. I booked a restaurant; I'll treat you to dinner after you rest up.""Alright, then I won't hold back," Caldwell nodded with a smile, reaching out to rub Dash's head. "Dash, say hi."Dash looked up at Caldwell with innocent eyes, seemingly understanding as his little mouth parted into a happy puppy smile.Just as Seraphin

Third Person's POV:Vivian was convinced that once Mortimer saw those photos, his Alpha possessiveness would take over. No matter how guilty he felt toward Seraphina, there was no way he'd tolerate his Luna cheating on him.He'd give up on her completely!Filled with anticipation, Vivian opened her contacts, tapped on Mortimer's profile, and sent him every photo she'd taken.The next second, a string of failed delivery notifications popped up on her screen, hitting her like a slap in the face.Her smile froze. Only then did she remember Mortimer had blocked her long ago.Humiliation washed over her, and her hatred for Seraphina grew even stronger.Why could one word from Seraphina make Mortimer cut her off so completely?Refusing to give up, she immediately called him from an unknown number.The phone rang until it disconnected automatically. He didn't answer.Mortimer wasn't even taking calls from unknown numbers anymore.Vivian gritted her teeth and stared at the "evidence" she'd wo