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.

closed her eyes, Cayden's flawless face surfaced in

there in the darkness, smiling

when he looked at her, his gaze was

went back to the mansion to pack some clean clothes. She had decided to stay at the Lambert residence

folded at the head of the

slowly walked over, cradled his pajamas in her arms, and

the pajamas, she could almost smell his familiar scent and feel the traces of his body

the vine creeping up by 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 their bloom throughout the four seasons. Back then, she had mentioned her fondness for the sight

laxa for her, even refusing to let the household gardener or housekeeper

resembling a green curtain. Supporting

but the man who planted them was no

the tightening of her throat, Avery walked into the

toiletries, cup, toothbrush, toothpaste, razor, and everything else that belonged to him, were all still neatly arranged in their spots,

clean freak. Everything he owned was arranged so neatly, while hers was slightly messy and nonchalantly placed around. Every time he saw her things lying around,

at their matching cups and was lost in thought for a long while before she began to wash her face with cold

for several days. In the hospital, it was either the nursing staff or Claire who would help her

so she now felt

a quick

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

Avery, with her hair still dripping wet, returned to the

icy room all by herself, drying her long

whenever they were at home, Cayden had the special duty of

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 by renowned designers. Many of them

she never had to worry about

tenth of