My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict (Grace) novel Chapter 918

Chapter 918 

“If that’s the case, I’ll help you out. 

Anyway, be prepared for it, but don’t be too pessimistic,” said Grace. 

“Thank 

you, Grace,” Kyla Corbyn said 

gratefully. 

If it were not for Grace, she would have no idea what to do and might not even be able to get away from Martin Weiss 

until now! 

Grace left Kyla Corbyn with a heavy 

heart. 

She did not tell Kyla Corbyn that Martin 

Weiss would have a good chance of 

winning if he were to fight for custody. 

After all, Kyla Corbyn led an unstable 

life and was an ex-convict while Martin 

Weiss was a famous entrepreneur in S city. He did not seem to have any tainted 

history and was reputable. He could 

provide the child a good life. 

Now, there were also rumors that Martin 

Weiss and Paisley Daniels were going to get married. 

A normal family was far more 

advantageous than a single-parent family. All these would put Kyla Corbyn 

at a disadvantage. 

‘What can I do to help Kyla solve her 

current predicament?’ 

Grace was worried, and before she knew 

it, she had reached the door of her rental 

house. 

When she opened the door, she saw 

Jason in the house again. 

“What are you doing here?” she asked. 

He was sitting in a chair with the legal case books she had recently bought 

in his hands. He looked up at her and 

asked, “What’s the matter? You don’t 

want me here, Sis?” 

“No. Didn’t you say… you wouldn’t live 

here for a while and give me some time to get used to it?” she said, biting her lip. 

“Yes, that’s why I’m only here to see you.” As he spoke, he closed the book he was holding and walked over to her. “Were 

you at Kyla Corbyn’s?” 

“Yes,” she replied, not surprised at why he was able to guess that she had gone to Kyla Corbyn’s. After all, he had ways of knowing where she was. 

“You seem to care about her a lot.” He 

gave a little groan. 

“Kyla helped me a lot,” she said. Perhaps she had seen too much of human nature in prison, so she cherished the warmth 

that was hard to come by. 

“I helped you a lot too. Do you care 

about me?” he said as he brushed away 

the hair on her cheek. 

She stiffened a little. “There are a lot of 

people who care about you.” 

“What if the concern of thousands of 

people doesn’t matter as much as yours?” he asked. 

She turned her head away 

uncomfortably, not wanting to meet his 

eyes. “You think too highly of me. My 

concern is nothing.”