The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 222

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 222: He Even Remembered My Cycle Angela POV

It wasn't Christopher at all.

David Chen stepped through the doorway, and relief washed over me

'David! I rushed forward. "Thank goodness you're okay. I was so worried that

I stopped short when I saw his expression. His eyes were cold, his posture rigid as he took a step back, maintaining distance

between us.

"Mrs. Wilson," he said, his voice as detached as his gaze. "I've been waiting for you."

Confusion replaced my initial relief. This wasn't the same David who had risked everything to help us escape.

"David, what's going on?" I asked cautiously. "Where's Christopher?

"Mr. Blake isn't here, he replied, his tone formal and impersonal.

My stomach tightened. "Then where is he? And Sean-what has he done with Sean?"

David didn't answer. Instead, he extended his hand, offering me a phone. "Mr. Blake wishes, to speak with you."

I took the phone with trembling fingers, pressing it to my ear. "Hello?"

"Angela." Christopher's smooth voice filled my ear, sending a chill down my spine despite the Mediterranean warmth.

"Where's Sean?" I demanded, skipping any pleasantries.

is comfortable-well, as comfortable as his condition allows-on another one of my

see him," I

voice softened. "I've arranged a private flight. Once you arrive at my residence, Sean will be free

do I know he's even alive?" My voice wavered

of good faith, Christopher said, the words making my skin crawl, "I've

photograph.

turned to David. "I want to see the photo.

produced a tablet. He unlocked it and

as I stared at the screen. Sean lay on what appeared to be a luxurious hospital bed, his face ashen, his torso wrapped in bandages that showed rusty

in my throat. "What happened to him? Did Christopher

"Mrs. Wilson, I don't have

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ask

give me the phone back, I demanded, reaching for it. "I need

the phone into his pocket. "Mr. Blake said he will discuss everything with

leave?" I asked,

"Tomorrow," David replied.

1 echoed incredulously. "That's not acceptable.

he gestured toward the entrance. "This way, Mrs. Wilson. Your former suite has

walked through the familiar corridors, I searched for any sign of the compassionate man who had helped us escape. His face

flatly. "Their continued presence could

said quietly before he could leave.

his eyes-pain, perhaps, or regret- before the

said, closing the door

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of Sean's bloodied bandages haunted me each time I closed

selected an expensive bottle of Bordeaux that Christopher had once described as his favorite. I'd barely uncorked it when David appeared

you shouldn't be drinking at