Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 652 His Daughter With Claire

Avery had never imagined that the powerful Cayden would depart from this world before her. She still couldn't come to terms with this reality.

Seeing her unresponsive, the lawyer handed her a pen. “Mrs. Moore, please sign here.”

Without quite knowing what she was doing, Avery took them and started to stare blankly at the documents.

Pain and sorrow were displayed on her face. Then, Avery suddenly felt a surge of anger. Did that man know in advance that he was in danger? Is that why he had prepared his will ahead of time?

She knew that Cayden was a man of his word—a man of honor. He would go to great lengths for his friends, even if it meant getting hurt.

But why won't he think about me and our unborn child? Is he trying to make amends with us in this way? No. He should have come back alive, ready to endure my grumbles and chiding instead of leaving me alone to bear this bolt from the blue.

Avery forcefully threw the pen in her hand. She was almost hysterical as she screamed, “Get out! Get out! Why did he abandon us? Why would he leave his wife and children behind? How could he have done this? I will never accept a single thing from him in my life, let alone his supposed compensation!”

The atmosphere in the ward instantly turned tense.

Claire's gentle touch steadied Avery's trembling shoulders, her words carrying a sense of serene assurance. “Ery, don't get agitated. We can't let anything mess with the precious little life growing inside of you. Your body's in a crucial phase, and we've got to be extra careful.”

Then, she turned to Xavier and said, “Avery isn't in a good mood right now, so can we discuss the matter of the signature in a few days instead?”

Xavier nodded in understanding, As he bowed slightly at Avery, he said, “I'll visit another day then. Take care of your health first. If Mr. Moore were still here, he definitely wouldn't want to see you in this state of self-destruction.”

After he finished speaking, he waved at the two lawyers. Then, they quickly exited the room.

Even after they left, Claire noticed that Avery was still staring blankly at the sky outside the window, still as a statue. Her lashes flickered at that, and she helped Avery lie on the sick bed. She gently said, “Ery, if you're tired, why don't you take a nap?”

Avery lay stiffly on the bed, feeling utterly exhausted.

Cayden's

stood there in the darkness,

man had apathetic eyes, yet when he looked at

hospital, Avery went back to the mansion to pack some clean clothes. She had decided to stay at

head of the bed. They were the ones

cradled his pajamas

smell his familiar scent and feel the traces of his body

the window. It was Mandevilla laxa, an ornamental plant Cayden planted for her simply because she once mentioned her love for flowers and her delight in witnessing

so, he planted the Mandevilla laxa for her, even refusing to let the household gardener or housekeeper intervene in the gardening. He had

its dense leaves resembling a green curtain. Supporting the

who planted them was

her throat, Avery walked into the

else that belonged to him, were all still neatly arranged in their

man with a penchant for cleanliness—he was a little bit of a clean freak. Everything he owned was arranged so neatly, while hers was slightly messy and nonchalantly placed around. Every time he

for a long while before she began to wash her face with cold

it was either the nursing staff or Claire who would help her freshen up

she now felt extremely weak

a quick

too hot and was scalding to the touch. Her tears began to flow, and it became impossible to distinguish whether it was the water washing over her or her

still dripping wet, returned to the

by herself,

were at home, Cayden

took up the entire wall was filled with her clothes. The autumn attires alone were already filling up the space of the wardrobe. All of them were pre-ordered for her by Cayden, designed

him around, she never had to

even amounting to a tenth of hers.