Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28 You Should Start Using Your Brain More

Before the driver could finish, Jaxon had already exited the car. He was clad in an elegant black outfit, exuding a cold and noble demeanor. His deep eyes held a hint of mystery, and his forehead had a minor scrape.

That was all.

With a subtle nod, Jaxon displayed a mix of courtesy and politeness, though it seemed genuine rather than a mere formality.

"Sorry to trouble you, Ms. Graves," he said.

Anastasia nodded and then led him to her car.

She drove the car, and Jaxon chose the front passenger seat instead of the back.

With only a small distance between them, she could catch a whiff of his warm yet cold scent, making her feel slightly uneasy.

A brief silence then fell between them.

Jaxon turned his head to look at her with a gentle and friendly smile, appearing amiable with a hint of friendliness. "Ms. Graves, I don't know why, but I feel a connection with you from the moment I laid eyes on you. Perhaps this little accident must be fate bringing us together. How about joining me for dinner?"

Anastasia arched her eyebrows slightly and smiled, casually responding, "Mr. Stanford, we are business partners. Helping each other is only natural. There's no need to be so polite."

He could tell from her polite refusal that she wasn't interested, and he wisely didn't push further.

Shortly after, they arrived at the hospital.

Anastasia assisted in finding a doctor, and they were led to a VIP section, which was relatively quiet.

She then stepped outside and called Derek.

Just after she hung up the phone, she heard the sound of high heels approaching from behind.

Anastasia turned around, and there was Beatrice, looking stunning as ever, though her eyes were slightly red and puffy.

As she stared at Anastasia, her eyes reddened even more, feeling the intense resentment almost ready to burst.

Beatrice angrily confronted. "Why are you here? If it weren't for you instigating people online to attack me, my son wouldn't have gotten sick. You, Anastasia, you wretched woman! If anything happens to Charlie, Christian won't let you get away with this. Give me my son back!"

The entire ordeal took less than three seconds.

Anastasia finally gave in to her disgust and forcefully let go of Beatrice, patting her hands together. Her gaze turned icy, with a dangerous grin formed on her lips.

"Did you think I'd play along with your little act, Beatrice? You should start using your brain more, and maybe you'll have a chance at living a bit longer."

Her little trick was an attempt to gain sympathy from Christian through Anastasia.

Anastasia mused angrily, "If that's the case, then it has to be miserably convincing! I'll give you what you want!"

Having regained her senses from the excruciating pain, Beatrice sat on the ground, looking utterly miserable, and turned to Christian, complaining, "I just wanted Anastasia to forgive me. I know I was wrong, sob..."

Christian's brow furrowed with coldness, and his eyes remained indifferent.

Before Beatrice could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a sneering laugh that echoed from the room beside them.

"Hey, look over here. It's all over now..."