Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Shirley felt like a rag doll, curled up in her blanket, unwilling to speak a word.

Abner, with a firm grip, lifted her up and headed straight for the door.

Halfway there, Shirley threw up, completely drained of strength.

After getting her to the hospital, he waited outside for Shirley, only to see Mark being wheeled in.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Mark had several broken ribs and a broken leg. Seeing Abner, his eyes were filled with venom.

Abner's face darkened, itching to land another punch on him.

Mark sneered, "Think you can still make it to the college entrance exams, Abner? All that effort, like a disgusting worm, just for the exams. Too bad, you've got nowhere to turn now." Leaning against the wall, Abner's presence was imposing.

It wasn't that he didn't want to hit Mark; he was just worried that if the police took him away, there'd be no one to take care of Shirley.

Shirley had closed herself off, trusting no one. He had to stay by her side.

Furious, especially thinking about how this kid had messed up his plans, Mark wished he could use the Albright family's influence to send Abner back to that remote mountain village. Leaning against the wall, Abner closed his eyes, his tone mocking.

"Still able to walk? I thought your knees would be shattered by now."

Mark stiffened, the pain seeming to spread again.

He took a deep breath, convincing himself that sooner or later, Abner would be begging him.

Abner waited until Shirley had her stomach pumped, looking at the pale figure on the hospital bed, feeling a pang in his heart.

"Shirley."

her eyes blankly

guys were watching him closely, demanding

stayed until the next day, but Shirley remained silent, only calling out his name a few times after being startled awake by

bed, Abner held her,

she seemed like an angel, her smile incredibly

that gentle Shirley was gone, like

those guys called again, then slowly

left, Mark was wheeled

who had been sitting up in bed, lost the last bit of color in her face at the

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

stand and much thinner,

"Shirley."

Immediately, Shirley covered her

the irony of it

pushed

streamed down her face as she

wanted to reason with her, but the next second, Shirley moved to

a second, she truly considered jumping, exhausted

of sanity held her back, pondering what would happen to Abner if

her

too agitated right now. Let's talk when you've calmed

Whether