Chapter 225

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 225: Was She Hurt?

Christopher POV

I pushed open the door to my Mediterranean villa, muscles tense from a long day

of meetings. Good to be back. The thought of Angela waiting upstairs made the fatigue worth it.

Vanessa Mitchell appeared in the entrance hall, rushing toward me with open

arms.

"Christopher! Finally! I've been waiting all day!"

I stared at her, cold and direct. "Vanessa. What are you doing here?"

She reached for my hand, her smile faltering slightly. "I missed you. When I heard

you were in the Mediterranean, I had to see you."

I pulled my hand away and scanned the room. "Where's Jack?"

"Jack? Somewhere around." She waved dismissively. "Aren't you happy to see me? I came all this way-"

"Jack!" I called, cutting her off.

He appeared from a side hallway, face professionally blank. "Sir."

"Get Ms. Mitchell out. Now."

Vanessa's smile vanished. "You can't be serious! I flew across an ocean for you!"

"Didn't ask you to," I said, already heading for the stairs. "I have business to handle."

"More important than me?" Her voice sharpened. "Like that Wilson woman upstairs?"

I stopped. Turned slowly. Vanessa took a step back when she saw my face.

did you

Mrs. Wilson arrived as scheduled. Miss Mitchell was already here when we

trouble," Vanessa said, eyes narrowed. She's manipulating you.

locked eyes with Jack. "All

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has been in the guest suite

"When was that?"

"About three hours ago."

stairs two at a time. Something was wrong.

hours, not when she came

guest suite

floor, one arm outstretched, dark hair spread around

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finding her pulse, Steady but weak. Jack! Get the doctor

As I placed her on the bed, I saw the dark bruise at her temple with a

deinanded, eyes

the doorway, phone at his

concern. "Oh

you do?" My words came

"Maybe she fell. These marble

closer, "you can't care this

"Get out."

"What?"

I faced her, no longer hiding my contempt. "I

filled with tears. "You're choosing

to examine the wound. The angry

she have a head wound?" I asked, voice dangerously

composure cracked. "Maybe

I stood to my full height. "What did you do to

her to

hands clenched into fists.

crumpled.

echoed through

fled, sobbing as she ran

watched him examine Angela, clean and dress the

about three hours old," he said, turning to

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