Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy chapter 960
Fiona let out a sigh and shot Luna a sympathetic look. “When I called you this morning, I told you to pack your bags and leave Banyan City, but you didn’t listen to me at all. This is what you get for that defiance. Is this what you want?“
Luna gazed at Fiona and narrowed her eyes in hostility. “You did this on purpose.“
“It doesn’t matter whether I did this on purpose or not. In the end, Joshua will always love and spoil me. “ Fiona cackled in triumph. “Luna, let me give you another piece of advice: If there’s a chance for you to leave, take it. What makes you think you’ll be able to change the outcome by staying here a few days longer? Besides…“
She narrowed her eyes and continued, “The longer you stay in Banyan City, the longer I ‘ll be sick and lose blood. If that happens, I might need Nigel to transfuse his blood into me every day… Do you want that to happen?“
Luna closed her eyes.
She finally understood everything.
The phone call from Fiona this morning was a warning to her.
Fiona had felt threatened by Luna’s staying. She did not care if Luna had other things to settle in Banyan City before leaving; she just wanted Luna to get out. Therefore…
She deliberately argued with Joshua and got herself involved in a car accident so Joshua would feel bad and attempt to woo her over by letting Nigel donate blood to her!
As soon as she thought of this, Luna glared at Fiona and growled through gritted teeth, “I’ve already told you, I’m not interested in Joshua anymore! “
“Is that so? “ Fiona raised her eyebrows. “If you’re not interested in him anymore, why did you drunk- call him and ask him to pick you up? If you’re not interested in him, why did you stroke his chin when he carried you out of the hotel? Luna, do you think I don’t know about all of this? I know every dirty little thing you’ve ever done! “
She glowered at Luna and added, “This is my final warning to you! If you don’t leave Banyan City within three days, I can’t guarantee who will be the next person involved in an accident. It might be me, or it might be you and your children! “
Luna’s breath caught in her throat. Christian was right.
Luna sneered, her gaze still fixated on Fiona’s face. “ Aren’t you afraid that I’ll tell Joshua about your fake illness?“
Even though Joshua was very tolerant of Fiona to the point of crossing his limits, Luna knew that the reason behind this was Fiona’s so-called disease.
Would Joshua continue to spoil Fiona the same way after finding out that she had faked her illness?
Luna knew that this was Fiona’s soft spot. As soon as she heard this, the color drained from Fiona’s face. She narrowed her eyes and snarled, “How dare you! “
Luna chuckled. “Are you afraid, Ms. Blake? Does this mean you faked your illness after all?“
Fiona paused, then suddenly realized she had momentarily lost control. She quickly regained her composure and snickered. “Who told you my disease is fake? Please don’t accuse people without concrete evidence, Luna. I was diagnosed by the world- famous Dr. Robert Jenson and his team of medical professionals. How dare you even question his expertise?“
In the garden behind the hospital building.
Christian had bought some milk and multivitamins for Nigel and was sitting on one of the benches next to the garden, looking through his phone.
He was afraid that he would get queasy at the sight of blood and so did not dare to visit Nigel or Fiona just yet.
At the same time, he was curious as to what was going on upstairs, so he decided to wait for a while before heading up to the wards and scrolled through his phone to kill time.
After a while, he started feeling a little sore from sitting too long, so he tucked his phone away and stretched himself. However, as soon as he lifted his head, he caught sight of a young boy in a striped hospital gown passing by.
Christian’s eyes widened in shock. Nigel?
What was Nigel doing here? He was supposed to be upstairs undergoing his blood transfusion, not loitering in the garden!
Christian immediately chased after the boy and grabbed onto his arm. “Have you finished the transfusion already? What are you doing here all alone? Where’s your mother?”
The boy furrowed his brows, glanced at Christian’s hand with an expression of loathing, and flung his hand away. “You’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
