The Untouchable Ex-Wife

“You tricked me!”

Rence shot Stefan a cold glare. She was indeed slightly hurt.

She recalled how she’d been acting like a fool these few days. She tried her best to take care of him, fearing he might catch some kind of illness. She also satisfied all of his fussy requests though he had long recovered.

She felt just like a clown, her dignity trampled on by him.

“Think I’m some kitten or puppy? Is it amusing to you?”

Renee clenched her fists and suppressed her urge to break his bones. “Enjoy yourself. I’ll be gone!”

She then left without turning around.

Of course, part of the reason she ran away so quickly was that she was guilty.

After all, she firmly announced his lifelong paralysis a few minutes ago.

Stefan was so mean that he bickered over the smallest trifles and was extremely vindictive. If

she didn’t run away quickly, she was simply waiting to be ruined.

Stefan attempted to pursue her, but Briar held his arm, pretending to be considerate. “Stefan, you just recovered. Don’t run around. It’ll be better if you go lie and rest.”

He lowered his deep-set eyes and stared at the hand she put on his arm coldly. Even though he remained quiet, his innate cold and magnificent aura terrified her so much that she

immediately let go.

“Stefan, don’t get mad. I’m not trying to stop you from coaxing Miss Everheart. I’m just genuinely worried about you. What’s more…”

She bit her lips and acted like a bitch, as usual. “There’s something about her,” she muttered hesitantly. “I’m not sure if I should talk about it…”

Stefan’s handsome face exposed no emotions. “Don’t say it if you’re unsure.”

After the recent series of incidents, including Briar’s true reaction after she learned that he was paralyzed, he seemed to have a new understanding of her.

“Why did you say

that?”

Francine snarled, “Don’t forget that Briar is still pregnant with our family’s child. Be nicer to

her. If she’s in a better mood, the child will grow well…”

Of course, Francine saw through Briar’s little thoughts, but Briar was pregnant.

If Renee were pregnant with a child, Francine would surely protect her to the ends of the earth. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Unfortunately, that confounded thing’s womb was still barren after four years. What else could she do except bring bad luck to her dearest son?

Francine became angrier the more she dwelled on those things. So, she looked at Briar and urged her, “Briar, of course, she’s not afraid of people criticizing her since she dares to do so. Just tell us.”

Briar swallowed briefly before she carefully took her phone out. She clicked on a photograph and showed them her phone. “My friend is a paparazzo, and he managed to snap this photo and came to me. He asked if he should publish it. I felt that this photograph was bound to induce bad effects, so I asked him to delete it. However, you’re her husband, and you have the right to know…”

Stefan glanced at the photograph on the phone coldly. His gaze turned gloomy and sinister.

The photograph showed Renee and Liam coming out of the obstetric department together. They looked very intimate, as though they were a couple deeply in love.

“Is this photograph true? Is this jinx pregnant?”

Francine looked at the photograph with complicated feelings.

She then recalled what Renee told her at the shopping mall that day. Renee claimed she was pregnant with an Osborne offspring, a pair of mixed-gender twins. She thought that Renee had only said that for the sake of her pride, and she did not expect it to be real. Wasn’t that a kind of humiliation for the Hunt family?

Briar quickly explained, “No, that’s not true. I asked the doctors there, and they told me something different…”