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

remained silent, only calling out

bed, Abner held her, gently patting her

seemed like an angel,

that gentle Shirley was gone, like a shattered

until those guys called

after he left, Mark was

bed, lost the last bit of color in her face at

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

and much thinner, Mark saw the change

"Shirley."

Immediately, Shirley covered her

irony of it

was pushed in by

her face as she

her, but the next second,

second, she truly considered jumping, exhausted and on the

back, pondering what would happen to

scared by her threat, backed

come closer. Just rest up. You're too agitated right now. Let's talk when you've calmed down." Shirley had said countless times there was nothing to talk about, but no one ever

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