The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Chapter 230 Avenge Him

Gwendolyn’s tears turned into a stream. She could not stop them.

Clutching his hand, she screamed, “Don’t you dare die, Cedrick! I’m going to marry someone else if you die and make you regret it as long as you live!”

Cedrick’s bloody lips parted in a painful smile.

“T-That won’t do. You’re mine.”

Despite her tears, she managed a chuckle before turning to the two paramedics in the corner. “I’m here. Send him in, quickly.”

Cedrick would not let go of her hand. “Let me explain, Gwenny, please?”

“Be good and go through with the surgery. I’ll be out here. You can tell me everything when it’s over.”

Cedrick’s visage was paler than ever. It looked as though every drop of blood had been drained from him. It was plain he could not hold on much longer.

However, he stubbornly maintained his grip on her wrist—he wanted to get a good look at her. There was only a ten percent chance of survival if he went in, and he feared he might never regain consciousness.

Gwendolyn’s heart wrenched painfully. She forced herself to pry his fingers apart and watched him being wheeled into the emergency room.

The light came on, indicating that the surgery was underway. Gwendolyn sat outside and gazed blankly into space. The tears streaking her face had not yet dried.

It was her first time shedding tears in front of that many people, but she did not care. All she knew was that she did not want Cedrick to die.

She waited for three hours until nine that night, yet Cedrick still had not emerged.

Nico sent the squadron home. With a similarly grave expression, he sat on the bench across from Gwendolyn.

Then, as if he had considered something at length, he began, “You thought that Mr. Jenson had lied to you about the incident involving the abandoned warehouse six months ago. He was not. He did enter knowing full well he might die. If not for the rest of the boys making it there in time to rescue what’s left of him, he would have died in the fire.”

Gwendolyn looked up slowly to meet his gaze.

Nico continued glumly, “As for why he did not return to you despite having survived, the Jenson family had been going through internal strife, and he needed to return and deal with it. The whip scars on his back are a consequence of his defiance of the Jenson family laws. Though he was fortunate to have survived at the warehouse, vast areas of the skin on his face had been burned, and he had broken his leg in the fight. His internal organs, too, are not faring any better.”

His gaze flicked and he skipped the part about the virus in Cedrick’s body.

a complete cure for the virus within him, and it necessitated a trip to the

had once decreed that not a word of any of it was to be mentioned to

he has but would never tell you any

with guilt to the brim,

blood every time shut her eyes. Worse still, something like that had happened to him more

during the incident at the abandoned warehouse six

that from her. She blamed him for his

with pain as though it was stabbed. The intensity of it made her gasp for

“I am sorry.”

words, she could not offer anything

he needs. Just a little bit of love on your part will send him over

despondency. “He no longer owes you anything, Ms. Gwendolyn, but when he found out that you were grieving for six months because of him, he blamed himself. He had me procure a whip not because he wanted to put on a charade for you but because he

could explain things, but you went to Old Mr. Jenson and asked to call off the engagement instead. Worse still, Old Mr. Jenson agreed to

stopped crying at once and frowned. “I did see Old Mr. Jenson and proposed for the engagement to be called off,

her gaze. Realizing that something did not add up, he quickly sent somebody to

hour later, the atmosphere at the entrance to the

sent by

well does Cedrick get along with

strife the Jenson family went through was caused by Mr. Yael, Mr. Xander’s father. Mr. Cedrick had only

lips. Looking down, she

her gaze grew colder. “Do you know how to sneak into the Jenson residence

aback. “Ms.

cold, dangerous glint

to settle

…

a muffled cascade was sounding in the elegantly decorated

and clad in a bathrobe, Xander was drying his hair

curtains, too, rustled from being whipped by the wind. A sense of

something awry, he put

point, a woman had seated herself on his

arms were folded. She looked seductive yet elegant. It was a very pleasant