The Return of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife by Zara Gibbon

Chapter 718

“Boohoo, Bruce…” Marlowe mumbled, his words filled with anger and a desire for revenge against Bruce.

He was aware that Bruce must have orchestrated someone to seek revenge on him.

However, despite his emotional state and desire for revenge, Marlowe couldn’t help but feel scared of Bruce now.

Bruce didn’t kill him this time; he merely taught him a harsh lesson. Marlowe realized that if he dared to provoke Bruce again, the consequences could be much more severe, possibly even fatal.

“Mr. Yanice, please refrain from moving. If you need anything, just let me know.

After whimpering a few times, Marlowe’s spirits seemed to deflate, and he lay down in a dispirited manner, resembling a deflated ball.

Marlowe was well aware that confronting Bruce at this moment would be courting death.

He realized that it would be wiser to hold back for now and focus on his recovery rather than seeking revenge on Bruce immediately.

“President Yanice, what are you trying to say?”

Marlowe’s eyes were bloodshot as he closed his eyes fiercely.

Marlowe never expected that Bruce would survive the attack and, to his surprise, end up with more severe injuries than

Bruce himself.

Filled with resentment and a burning desire for revenge, Marlowe swore in his heart, vowing that he would never let Bruce off the hook for the suffering he had caused. Despite his weakened state and the uncertainty of his future, he was determined to seek retribution even if it meant haunting Bruce for the rest of his life.

Marlowe’s anger and resentment consumed him, and he vowed with venomous determination, “Just you wait. When I recover, I will not only take your life but also the lives of your entire family! I, Marlowe, will never coexist under the same sky as you. We can’t live peacefully together.”

Despite closing his eyes, Marlowe’s emotions continued to fluctuate violently. His inner turmoil was evident, and the intensity of his feelings seemed to overpower him, making it difficult for him to find peace or solace.

Marlowe’s injuries were severe, leaving him permanently disabled and confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. The loss of his right calf and multiple slash wounds had taken a toll on his physical and mental well-being, leaving him unable to even speak clearly.

It was almost noon.

Marcus came to the hospital to visit his son.

At the same time, some of their friends in business came to visit them.

“How is Marlowe doing?

“I heard that he was transferred out of the intensive care unit today, so I came over to see how he’s doing.”

“Thank you!” Marcus thanked the guest politely.

Grayson and his wife also came to the hospital to visit Marlowe with Jennie.

Given the interconnections and business dealings between wealthy families, it was only natural for the Garcia family to maintain friendly relations with the Yanice family

In such social circles, it was not uncommon for the elders to exchange polite yet somewhat hypocritical words.

Jennie was not comfortable in such social settings and found herself disliking these occasions. She politely bid farewell to Marcus, using an excuse to gracefully excuse herself from the ward.

In the corridor.

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Bruce also went to check his body.

After the checkup, he was about to return to the ward.

He saw Jennie right in front of him.

Jennie also saw Bruce. Her eyes instantly lit up. “Bruce…”

sized up Jennie. Then, he forced a retarded and idiotic

was stunned as he stared

imposing presence and the scar on his forehead only added to his

excited again. “Bruce,

she spoke, Jennie walked excitedly towards Bruce. Her igh heels clicked on the

only pretend to have lost his memory. “Are you talking to

me?”

“That’s right, Bruce. Don’t you

and

course, he

with

time no see. I thought you…” Ass he spoke, Jennie choked.

thought that Bruce would never wake

expect to see him now.

we know each other?” Bruce pretended to be

prison, he had only jokingly agreed to date

seriously and

want to get himself in trouble

how did you become like this?” Jennie’s nose turned sour, and her yes instantly turned red.

“It’s all that b*tch Joanna’s fault. If it weren’t for her, you wouldn’t have become like

this.

I’m really happy for you

interrupted her. “Hehe, my wife is still waiting for me. I have

did not dare to delay any longer. He quickly turned around and walked towards Joanna’s

watched as Bruce fled.

eyes turned even redder.

had loved him for so many years.

thought she would be closer to Bruce.

just

prison, he dumped her. He had no intention of being with

accident, she

of her obsession and

current state, yet you

had chosen me, such a disaster wouldn’t

damn bitch, how did you bewitch Bruce to

about it, the more indignant

corridor, her gaze fixed on the direction where Bruce had left, hoping he

Fifteen minutes later.

his wife walked out

his daughter standing there like a stone pillar, Mrs. Garcia’s heart tightened. “Jennie, what’s wrong?”

stare blankly at the

are you looking at? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

then, let’s

“Okay.”

looking back. Her heart

couldn’t let go of

he had become an idiot, she still could

In the ward.

still feeling a little

took you

Bruce sat at the head of the bed.

an hour. Isn’t that

hadn’t been gone for

she was worried that Bruce would

“I’m back now!”