Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 1795

Raeleigh got into the car whereas Zorion smoked outside. Jepherson then walked over and crouched down in front of Loward's dead body. Jared gave him a pair of gloves only for them to be pushed away as he personally examined the corpse.

Jaird and Fehmen stood opposite him. Jepherson stood up soon after and questioned them, "Did Raeleigh really kill him?"

Jaird and Fehmen didn't answer, but Harvey was also present.

He was the one who answered in their stead, "I saw it. It was Raeleigh who killed him."

Both of Jacky's hands were full of medicine when he heard this. He wasn't as surprised to hear that this was her doing. Raeleigh had been gone for three years and there was no news of her since. No one could tell what exactly had happened during that period of time. Raeleigh had hidden it very well. If it hadn't been for the fact that she had been angered by this incident, they would have been kept in the dark for all their lives.

Jared peered at Raeleigh, then to the corpse on the ground. "Not many people use such a military tool like the butterfly knife. We always thought that even eight to ten years isn't enough to master its usability."

"Shut up!"

Jepherson didn't want to hear Jared's remarks. He turned around and walked towards Raeleigh. Everyone else was either left behind to clean up the scene or left in their vehicles.

The door was pulled open, only to show that Raeleigh had fallen asleep. Jepherson faltered for a minute before he stepped into the car. He sat beside and held onto her ice cold hand. "Go to the hospital."

Raeleigh slept deeply as the car drove straight to the hospital. When they arrived, an examination was immediately ordered to be performed on her. When the doctor found out that Raeleigh did not feel any pain throughout, he questioned her on what medication she had taken prior to this time. She replied that it was painkillers, and when asked how many she had taken, she couldn't remember. Jepherson searched around but couldn't find the aforementioned painkillers on her. They then did a blood test, but the results were shocking. Her bloodstream contained traces of a type of morphine, its concentration was of a similar level as being dirt drunk. Under such circumstances, it was enough to already damage her candidate stem cells.

Jepherson paced back and forth in the ward and glared at Raeleigh fiercely in between each round.

The doctors all broke out into a cold sweat. Was he about to scold her?

Raeleigh took a shower, changed her clothes and redressed her bandages. At present, she laid on the bed like a child. She only spoke to ask about her butterfly knives.

She didn't mention anything else other than that.

Jepherson himself kept his mouth shut about the butterfly knives and had not said anything to her until now.

The doctors went out one after another soon after. Jepherson changed his clothes, then sat to one side.

Zorion, who had returned home, saw no signs of Rossie anywhere and called Jepherson's phone like crazy. Jepherson was about to stand up but his body had yet to straighten out before the movement woke Raeleigh up from her sleep. She looked towards Jepherson and said, "Don't worry, there's still twenty minutes left."

He slowly sat back down and stared deeply into Raeleigh's eyes as if he wanted to stare a hole through her head. If there wasn't a need for men and the women can do whatever needs to be done, then why did they still need the men for?

She could pave her own way now and there wouldn't be a need for him to be around to pull her out of trouble.

Jepherson made a long face and said sullenly, "This is the last time. I don't want my woman to be better than me and be able to fight alone."

"Maybe your woman is still in her mother's womb and will appear decades later."

"Nonsense, I can't wait for a few decades. At that time, I'll already be old." Jepherson's face considerably grew warmer. On the other hand, Raeleigh looked at him with an illusion of a smile. "Did you know? All this was given to me by you. Without you, I wouldn't have known people from the Doyle family. I wouldn't have lost my left hand. I wouldn't have been hurt. It was all because of you.

Because of you, I almost died under Stella's hands. Because of you, I know both the dark and bright sides of this world. For you, I can't return home or tread on paths that were opened to me before.

In my life, I can't say that I love my work and talent very much, but at least I can depend on it. Even so, you ruined it in the end.

"You hold my hand, my left hand with your right hand, is there really no feeling behind it? You're already being so hateful towards me, then if I die, are you sure you won't be affected?"

Raeleigh gnawed on her lip, "I wouldn't say that."

"How should I say it then?"

"The resentment between you and me made us hide our feelings. Any further entanglement would just be meaningless. If I were you, I'd let go."

"If I were you, I wouldn't let go. Why would grudges get tangled together in the first place if there were no feelings to fuel it?"

They went back and forth just like that, both reached a stalemate with no conclusion in sight. Raeleigh looked at the time from her bed, then reminded Jepherson, "It's time, tell Zorion to go to the Doyle family's gates to pick up Rossie. She should be there."

"Should?" Jepherson looked at Raeleigh. "I know her too well. It's impossible for her to just stay put in the house." she explained.

Jepherson called Zorion, who then rushed at great speeds to the Doyle family manor's entrance.

At this moment, the inside of the Doyle family residence had gotten lively.

In the living room, a person sat on the couch, who was undoubtedly Rossie.

Rossie wore a red overcoat, her face the epitome of tranquility. Her eyes, despite their faint indifference, were very beautiful as they studied Geraldine who was sitting on a larger couch, as well as Calvinchel who had been laid out there.

Geraldine glared viciously at Rossie opposite her. Her gaze may seem incisive, but they hid the fact that she was actually a venomous-hearted woman.