Infatuated with my Ex-wife

Chapter 12 Heart Like Ash

When Steven drove home, he just saw Irene jump down from the balcony of the upper floor. Her body

slammed into the ground, making a huge muffled sound.

"What are you doing!" Steven was both shocked and furious. Was this how these people acted like this

when he wasn't home?

At this very moment, Tristan and the two bodyguards upstairs had not even realized what was going

on. They only snapped back to reality after being yelled at by Steven.

They couldn't help feeling flustered. They didn't expect Irene to be so hot-tempered. They hadn't done

anything yet, but this little bitch had already jumped off a building.

Steven was even angrier when he saw these people still standing in the same place. "What are you

doing! Call an ambulance!"

At this time, Tristan was scared for a while. He took out his mobile phone and started to call. He didn't

want to kill her. Not to mention other things, Irene couldn't die now. He had to rely on her to get through

his difficulty.

The ambulance arrived very quickly. Sofia did not stop crying until the medical staff carried Irene into

the ambulance. She looked at the furious Steven and did not know what to do.

On the other side, Edward's grandmother could not sit still for she did not receive the documents that

Irene had just signed. The old madam who suspected that Edward was playing tricks behind the

scenes felt that she could not wait any longer. She decided that she had to ask about it personally.

"Lydia, can you help me to make a phone call and ask about the agreement? If she has signed it, take

it over. I also want to see her."

"Yes, I'll ask now." Hearing this, Lydia turned and went to make a phone call.

The old madam closed her eyes and lay on the chair. She sighed in her heart. Irene and Edward were

a couple that she was worried about. She said Irene was such a good girl. Why couldn't Edward be

devoted to her?

Alas, only when she signed this contract can she closed her eyes in peace. At that time, she couldn’t

just step on the floor and then she wouldn’t need to worry about anything in the world anymore.

While she was thinking, Lydia pushed the door open in a hurry with her mobile phone in her hand.

"Something bad happened to Irene!"

Old Madam Wilson's heart skipped a beat and she asked hurriedly, "What's wrong?"

"I just called Young Madam but she didn't pick me up. So I went to her home. She said that Young

Madam accidentally fell down from the upstairs and broke her leg!" Lydia finished her words in a hurry.

As expected, the Old Madam's expression changed.

"Quick, call Edward!" Old Madam Wilson was anxious and her words trembled slightly.

Just after signing the document, Edward turned his neck, stretched his neck, and saw his personal

phone turn on. It was a telephone from the sanatorium.

He pressed the answer button. Before he could speak, he heard grandma's voice coming from the

microphone. "Edward, Irene has an accident. Do you know?"

What could happen to her? Edward thought to himself, but in the face of his grandmother's question,

he honestly replied. "I don't know."

"Look at you, uh? You are clearly husband and wife, so you should be united and fall in love with each

other. But you, you don't care about her. You said that you took the contract by yourself, and I haven't

even seen a page of the agreement! You are going to make me angry!"

The old madam was angry when she heard that he did not even know what was going on. She said

these words hurriedly and almost lost her breath. Lydia, who was standing beside her, was so shocked

that she quickly patted her chest to soothe her anger. "Old Madam, don't worry."

Edward was confused again, "Grandma, what's the matter? What's going on?" At the same time, he

suddenly remembered the phone call he received in the afternoon. Irene did ask him for help, but

wasn't she acting again?

Old Madam Wilson did not care what he was thinking, she said, "Anyway, Irene is injured now. Get the Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

hell out of here and take good care of her!"

"Grandma, of course, there are doctors and nurses taking care of her when she is injured. Why do you

ask me to go there? You are stop messing around. There are a lot of things in the company!" Edward

wanted to force her to get together with the woman, which was simply intolerable. Why did she always

force him to do these disgusting things?

"You bastard! You don't even listen to me now! Anyway, I won't live much longer. Do you want me to die

now?" Old Madam Wilson was so angry that the blue veins on her hands, which were holding the chair,

burst out.

The phone was taken over by Lydia. "Young Master, you should listen to the old lady. Her situation has

become more and more unstable recently. What's more, you make her angry. and it's inappropriate for

me to say..."

The old madam adjusted her breathing when she heard what she said. She let out an "ouch" , While

approving, she encouraged Lydia with her eyes.

Edward on the other side of the phone thought for two seconds and finally lost.

"That's enough. Grandma, take good care of yourself. I'll go over to Irene."

"Well, that's good. Hurry up, take good care of her." Old Madam Wilson was relieved when she got his

answer.

Hanging up the phone, Edward held his forehead, rubbed his temples, and his eyes were cold. What

he hated most was the feeling of being forced. He used to wonder what had happened to Irene. But

now, he just wanted to vent his anger in front of her.

A woman like her could only play tricks, using others to achieve her purpose. He would not believe her

tricks for a long time.

Alright, just let him come and see what she was up to.

When Irene just woke up, she had already returned to her home. Lydia called people to take care of

her here and said that Edward would come over later.

Irene was dizzy at first, but she only heard Lydia calling her nurse, who was talking to her about her

injury.

Don't worry. On the three-meter-long balcony, she will recover after a while with just a broken leg. She

must maintain a good mood during the recuperation so that she can recover quickly.

God knows how bad she was now.

At the moment when she jumped off the windowsill, her heart was like dead ashes, thinking that

everything could come to an end. All the people had been hurt by her, ignored, and treated

unfairly. How nice to die with such a jump.

However, God kept her alive, so the burden that she thought she could get rid of was still with her.

She couldn't escape from this kind of life. She couldn't even reveal her weakness, because as long as

she was alive. She couldn't give up her pride and let her embarrassment show in front of others.

As Irene thought so, a tear slid into the corner of her eye and fell into the pillow.