Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 365

Fowler was getting desperate. "But is it really fair to punish your own sister for the sake of an outsider?" he protested.

Lyman fixed Fowler with a hard stare, his eyes turning cold.

"Outsider? Effie is my wife. She's legally part of this family. The fact that none of you respect her or treat her as one of us just proves you don't see me as family either, does it?"

With such a heavy accusation hanging in the air, Fowler realized that if things escalated, he might end up in trouble himself.

"Lyman, that's not what I meant, I—"

"Then what did you mean?" Lyman pressed, his tone icy. "Just tell me: if someone disrespects the wife of the Etheridge family's eldest son and heir, should they be punished or not?"

Fowler knew there was no salvaging the situation now. He gritted his teeth and muttered, “Yes. She should be punished."

Lyman's window began to slide up, but he paused while there was still a crack open.

"Oh, and Fowler," he said coolly, "be sure to tell Fidelia I'll be home tonight to keep an eye on her. She shouldn't get any ideas about slacking off."

waiting for any further response, Lyman signaled the driver to go. The car pulled away, leaving Fowler in a

Lyman's car as if he could burn holes through the

under his

he turned and

to pass by. She glanced at Effie with cool indifference and walked

head, drawing a deep breath

...

the lights above the operating room flickered off. Mitchell and the others, drained and anxious, rushed to the doctor. "Doctor, how

more than ten hours of effort," the doctor replied, "we managed to save both mother and child. However, the patient's condition is still fragile. She'll need strict bed rest

her features. As long

doctor, won't

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really not allowed to get up at

cost me my precious grandson. Now, after all this, you're worried about her comfort? If anything happens to

IMS

in fear. She knew she couldn't

she lost all her