Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Chapter 297 Everyone got into the car. Ray glanced at Eric standing to the side and walked over to him slowly. "Have all your injuries healed?" It had been a long tsince Eric had heard that raspy, moky voice Eric, with his hands in his pockets, gave Ray a quick glance, "Yeah, how about you?" "Tough as ever... Ray said and laughed, pulling out two bags of candy from his jacket pocket and tossing them to Eric "I got these on a mission in Dawnshire recently, as I promised you" It was the candy Eric'd tasted before, with wrappers featuring foreign language packaging. Eric stared at the two large, crumpled candy bags shoved into his hands, momentarily lost in thought. One of the bags was labeled "sugar-free." Eating them shouldn't cause a toothache.

Noticing Eric's daze and lack of excitement, Ray felt a bit embarrassed. "What? Not enough? I wanted to get you more, but too much would be hard to carry. Next time, next tI'll get you more." Eric looked up at the bearded man in front of him. A mix of complex emotions flickered in his eyes, which were like obsidian. "Than... thank you, Ray." "Hey, it's been over a month and now you're acting all formal with me? It's nothing! We're partners." Ray said as he wrapped an arm around Eric's shoulder, wanting to give him a hearty slap but held back a bit, realizing he was too young. Ray said, "Let's go, hop in." Three cars rolled up to the airport. Ophelia was curious about who they were picking up, and as soon as they reached the airport exit, she saw a tall man with long legs waiting.

He wore light casual pants and a blue and white checkered short-sleeved shirt, with sunglasses on, looking like he was ready for a vacation.

He was holding a silver-gray suitcase in one hand, with a larger, square metal case about knee-height at his feet. Just by looking at his sunglasses and outfit, it was clear he was Ronin.

When he saw them, Ronin took off his sunglasses, revealing his short brown curls and amber eyes, smiling and greeting them warmly, "Hey, we meet again." Ophelia curled her lips into a polite smile at him. That smile made Ronin feel a bit guilty.

After all, right after she had asked him for the pathology report, he went and told Kenneth about it. Maybe it was a kind of low move.

Yet, Ophelia wasn't too concerned. Considering Ronin and Kenneth's close relationship, she had already suspected he would tell him.

She just hadn't expected Kenneth to understand her so well that from such a small matter, he could figure out she was planning a solo trip to Jenton. Fortunately, the outcwas positive, and they were going together. "Is he coming with us?" Ophelia asked Kenneth beside her.

"Yes." Kenneth nodded.

It was true they need a doctor to accompany them to provide a scientific analysis of the "poison bug," Kenneth thought of everything.

After Ronin placed two suitcases in the trunk, he got into the car 1/3 11:55 Sun, Dec 8 GO Chapter 297 Three SUVS kept a steady distance as they drove from the airport exit towards the highway. They should reach the town near Jenton by nightfall, stay overnight, and head into Jenton the next day.

On the road, Ophelia wasn't idle. She converted the slum design plans Lora gave her into a new electronic version.

She intended to secure the rights to develop the slums before winter and make arrangements for the people there. Kenneth gave a little cough, as if reminding Ophelia beside him. She hadn't acknowledged him for nearly an hour.

Seeing that Ophelia showed no reaction and continued to stare at the computer screen, he sighed softly and glanced idly to his right at the man in the passenger seat.

"How's Noah's memory coming along?" Kenneth asked in a casual tone.

Hearing this, Ophelia lifted her gaze from the screen and looked up, waiting for an answer.

Kenneth felt annoyed; she hadn't acknowledged him earlier but was now looking up out of curiosity about another man. That was fine! Ronin said, "Most of his memories have almost fully returned, and we're still in the observation phase/But he can't sit still; he's already busy with his previous duties and the election in November. But...

"It seems like he doesn't remember what happened over the past few years. Well, those years were spent in a daze anyway, nothing much worth remembering." Hearing Ronin's words, Ophelia felt a jolt in her heart. She thought, 'Does this mean he won't remember Chloe and Intle Wyatt? As an outsider, she really didn't know if this was a good or bad thing. Especially after learning Chloe's real identity, there was no way she and Noah could be together.

Speople liked Noah could use memory loss to forget a relationship, but the one liked Chloe who remembered everything suffered the most. She felt sorry for Chloe. At a Eurasian-style manor in Dellanex, Chloe walked in holding little Wyatt's hand.

In the hall, Jonathan, dressed in a burgundy suit, glanced over casually. "Emma." He stood up, his eyes drifting lazily before suddenly locking in place.

The sofa had blocked his view earlier when Chloe entered, so he hadn't noticed her holding the little toddler until now. His gaze met that of the little toddler. "Hi Uncle Jonathan, I'm Wyatt Davidson," the little one said. That was the nhis Mommy had just given him.

Jonathan completely lost his composure. "Emma, this, this, this you, you..." Chloe gave her brother a bland look, disdain practically pouring out of her.

Fiona was the first to react. "Ms. Emma Davidson, is that your child? So, this must be Mr. Wyatt Davidson?"

As soon as the words were spoken, all the bodyguards and servants in the first-floor hall bowed respectfully to little Wyatt "fe "Hello, Mr. Wyatt Davidson!" The cheer was so loud, as if everyone was afraid of not sounding loyal enough. A typical five or six-year-old might have burst into tears upon seeing such a scene. But Wyatt wasn't scared at all; instead, he greeted them with calmness. 11:55 Sun, Dec 8 Chapter 297 484%

He said, "Hello everyone, Fm not 'Mr. Davidson' yet. My nis Wyatt Davidson, but you can callWyatt." He introduced himself without a hint E of shyness, like a little grown-up.

Jonathan looked at the tiny tot just past his knee, feeling like the little one was like the little one was both small and somehow grown-up.

He pulled Chloe over, cleared his throat, and furrowed his brow his icy blue eyes filled with shock.

"Emma, did you really disappear for five years to have a child?" His gaze landed on Wyatt, and upon meeting the little boy's eyes, he quickly looked away, frightened.

He asked, "Is this little boy about five or six years old? Who's that random guy?" As soon as the words "random guy" slipped out, a glare sharp enough to kill shot straight towards him.

Jonathan felt his throat tighten, and his fierce and domineering aura from before instantly diminished significantly.

In front of Chloe, he was like a trained Tibetan Mastiff-fierce outwardly, but with just one look from his owner, hed obediently tuck his tail. He didn't want to, but it was a compelling force within his bloodline.