Ex-husband, Please Respect Yourself

"Cathy, you are too modest. Even without Tyrone, I don't want to miss a qualified person like you. However, if you have any need, I can explain to Mr. Brown..."

"No." Cathy interrupted him coldly. She took no prisoners, "Let the outsiders think that I have some love affairs with you. Isn't that the result you want? In Chicago, you failed to make a pass at me, and then in your company, you let me become a target in everyone’s eyes. I really admire your efforts."

Without waiting for him to speak, she sneered again. "I said, even if you really want me, you should divorce Miss Brook first. Otherwise, needless to say ambiguity, you won't have any chance at all."

Then she hung up the phone and threw it aside.

At this time, in the office over there, James held his mobile phone, his thin lips stretched in a straight line, and his eyes were as cold and dark as an ancient well.

There was a knock outside the door.

The Secretary hurried in and looked at him with dignity. "Miss Brook had an accident."

James's pupils shrank. "Where is she?"

"Hospital."

When James rushed to the ward, he saw a woman who was very delicate in her daily life lying on the bed with pale face, disorderly hair. She was very weak.

His eyes darkened and he suddenly stopped at the door.

There were other people in the ward. Mr. Brooks were here with a heavy face and a cold atmosphere was full of the ward.

The woman had woken up, probably to hear the sounds of the footsteps, and the godless eyes slowly turned to him. There was nothing but calmness in her eyes.

She looked at the man, and said calmly, with soft voice like feathers,

intended to vent the anger to that man, but he looked at his daughter. He said nothing. With a gloomy and tense

frowned painfully, walked past the man

from behind that James. He moved his stiff

was emotionless, probably because she was pale, and she looked even more cold-blooded. "Yes, when I

was obviously restrained, but she could still hear the endless coldness in his words. "Ella, you know what I want to ask. Haven't

the child was still

closed his eyes and felt a sense of deep pain in his

abortion when I was in the hospital, so I went back." The woman said lightly, and the corners of her lips slowly showed a slight mockery. "But now it died. No more entanglement, everyone can be relaxed."

jaw and raised it fiercely. He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Ella, are you

Ella's eyes changed, and she was still calm, and her lips was slowly curved in a cold arc. "James

suddenly

on the jaw. Ella said indifferently, "A child, I want to keep it so I keep it. I don't want to keep it and I will not. Tell

sentence, she grinned and said

In other words, what she did to the child had nothing

James's drooping hand curled up and stared at her. His pupils seemed to shrink.

in front of him, like a thorn stuck in his throat. He

only leaving coldness on his face. He suddenly turned around, and said in a cold voice, "Now that the child is gone, just let it go. Since you are uncomfortable, then you

and

staring at his departure, and her eyes did not blink. Her heart was cold, and she seemed

Brook stopped James outside the door with a cold face. "What else are you going to do at this time? Ella is like this. Do you still leave her alone?”

doctors and nurses in the hospital, and you two are here. She will be fine. I'm

did not stop, nodded

Father Brook shivered and