To Win His Ex-Wife’s Heart Again by Rose Winifred

Chapter 213
Everything happened so swiftly and unexpectedly that Calista barely had time to react before Jameson was injured.
She stood stunned for a few seconds, during which Sasha had already intimidated Gwenyth and then turned to check on Jameson’s injury.
Calista felt a pang of regret for missing her chance to act, but she quickly squeezed through to show her concern.
“James, are you alright?” She asked, her eyes red, looking as if she was shocked and scared.
But Sasha retorted. “With so much blood, how can he be alright? Are you blind?”
Calista’s face turned pale at the rebuke. “I was just concerned about James, why are
you…”
Sasha, clearly annoyed and not interested in playing along with this angelic bi tch, snapped back. “If you don’t get a doctor now, James might die from blood loss. Then let’s see where you can show your concern.”
Calista’s face changed colors. Seeing Jameson’s pale complexion, she bit her lip and rushed out of the room to find a doctor.
As soon as Calista left, Henry rushed in with a group of people. Seeing the blood in the room, his vision momentarily darkened.
He had anticipated trouble with both parties clashing,
“Mr. Leigh, are you okay?”
Sasha was already pressing Jameson onto the bed, trying to stop the bleeding, too focused on her task to pay attention to Henry’s words.

Jameson, having regained some composure, looked tenderly at Sasha.
“I’m fine.” He reassured, then instructed. “Take Gwenyth away, keep her under watch. No one is to approach her without my orders.”
Gwenyth turned deathly pale at this, realizing she was effectively being put under house
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“James! James, you can’t do this to me! I was wrong, I didn’t mean to hurt you, it’s all
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because of Sasha, that wretched woman…”
“Cover her mouth and take her away!” Jameson suddenly slammed his hand on the bedside table, issuing a cold command.
The bodyguards, acting promptly, covered Gwenyth’s mouth and swiftly escorted her
out of the room.
Finally, peace returned to the hospital room.
Jameson let out a sigh of relief and turned to Sasha with a pitiful look.
“I’m sorry, she’s been spoiled by our parents. She speaks without thinking. I apologize on her behalf.”
Jameson cautiously observed Sasha’s expression, only to see her face clouded with
displeasure.
His heart sank slowly, realizing she might still be very upset.
He mustered a bitter smile, about to apologize again, when he heard Sasha’s voice. “I just managed to stop the bleeding, and you’ve gone and reopened the wound. Do your think you have too much blood? Fine, take this knife and stab yourself a few more times, that’ll die faster!”
She said this while tossing the fruit knife next to Jameson.
Jameson was taken aback, but his expression lightened considerably.