Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

Chapter 148 Picking up Someone

Before he could enter, a man in a black suit walked out with a woman in his arms, incomparably cool.

“Aisy!”

“How is she? Is she alright?”

The bodyguard behind Matteo pushed him away violently. Matteo only looked at him coldly. “Not dead.”

Manuel stepped in front of him. “I’m taking her away.”

“Heh, that’s funny. What gives you the right to say that? Why didn’t you answer the phone when she

called you?” Matteo said mockingly.

“I…” Manuel was speechless.

The bodyguard walked past him with Serina in his arms.

“You know she’s the only one who can save Serina now. Do you still want to take Serina?” Matteo said

with an expressionless look.

“I’m sorry. It was my mistake.” Manuel lowered his eyes.

Matteo sneered, “Then don’t say those promises in front of me again. And don’t show up

in front of Aisy again!”

He forcefully carried Ainsley to his car. The bodyguards separated Manuel’s steps as he

tried to get closer.

Before leaving, Matteo said viciously. “You do know who did this, don’t you? Hmm?”

“Drive!”

Several black cars drove past him. Only then did he notice that many people were lying in the factory,

one by one, covering their stomachs in pain. Some had broken legs.

He walked over, lost in thought, found a man and stepped right on his arm.

“Who did this?”

“I don’t know! I know nothing.”

The leather shoe stomped down hard. The sound of bones breaking came.

“Ah! I’m just a follower. I know nothing!”

Manuel found another man and repeated.

Until a man couldn’t take it anymore and said, “I don’t know anything, except that she just

came back from abroad.”

He put his foot down and cold air pressure filled the entire plant.

The compelling breath made the man who cried out in pain at his feet dodge. Manuel turned around. The

sound of leather shoes on the concrete was dull and deep.

He clenched his fist. The answer was clear, wasn’t it?

City Hospital

In the intensive care unit lay a woman. Her face was pale and she was being transfused.

A girl sat dumbly in front of the wall. Facing the wall, she stared at the white wall.

Ainsley woke up to see Serina facing the wall, mumbling something.

“Serina?” She called out, her voice ***and weak.

Serina didn’t respond and continued to stare at the white wall in front of her.

She slowly propped herself up, removed the transfusion and walked over to Serina.

“Serina, it’s Ainsley,” she said gently.

Serina then responded, straightening up and turning to look at Ainsley. She looked dull.

She let out a sigh. Serina’s condition had been stabilized, but now it was getting worse

again.

The door opened and Matteo came over. “Why are you out of bed?”

He was holding porridge for her and Serina.

“She should have been sent back. But as soon as she left you, she started crying, screaming and biting.”

He sighed.

Ainsley sat down at the bedside. “She’s in bad condition.”

Matteo looked at his sister’s face. “You’re not in good condition either.”

She took out the bowl of porridge listlessly. It was yesterday that she was kidnapped. But that frightening

feeling was still in her mind.

She didn’t even know if Manuel had come since she was kidnapped. Her cell phone was

confiscated by Matteo.

“Matteo, I’m sorry. I snuck away.” She said apologetically.

If she hadn’t insisted on going to Manuel, that wouldn’t have happened. Matteo must have been very

worried.

“Don’t say that. Don’t do anything stupid again.” Matteo said.

He turned and was about to leave. Ainsley called out to him and opened her mouth several times but did

not speak.

Matteo knew what she wanted to ask and volunteered, “He didn’t come. He didn’t answer my calls, so

stop thinking about him.”

He added after a pause, “Yesterday he went to the airport to pick up someone and then

went to a restaurant.”

Ainsley took a deep breath and lowered her eyes.

A restaurant? Picking up someone?

So he wasn’t busy. Then why didn’t he answer her call?

She lost her appetite, took a sip, and went to bed to lie down. “Matteo, I got it.”

“Aisy, don’t contact him in the future.”

Matteo was worried about Ainsley’s current state but wanted to tell her anyway.

“Hmm.” She understood.

Even if she didn’t want to admit it, she had to admit that Manuel might not like her that

much.

Ainsley was napping. She was on anti-inflammatory medication.

Actually, she should have been able to leave the hospital. But Matteo didn’t arranged for a few more

tests before he was relieved.

agree and

Serina’s room was next to hers. Although she would come to Ainsley’s ward as soon as she woke up,

she had subconsciously regarded Ainsley as the only person she relied on.

Ainsley had been in the hospital for two days, and she had tried hypnotherapy on Serina

in the past two days.

Now Serina was taking a lunch break after being hypnotized, and Ainsley was also tired

and sleeping.

But she did not sleep peacefully. All she could think about were the images of the day after she was

kidnapped, especially the disgusting words spoken by the men.

All around her was blood-red. She was sure she was in the dream. Why did she have

such a dream?

There was the sound of a girl crying behind her. She turned around and saw that it was Serina, who was

sobbing. The ground in front of her was slowly covered with bright

blood. Had she appeared in Serina’s dream?

She looked around. A woman was lying in front of Serina. But she couldn’t see the face.

She just felt it was very familiar. The blood on the ground was all from this girl without a

face.

She just wanted to approach Serina, but Serina had already started screaming. Unlike in

reality, Serina in the dream seemed to be very resistant to her, not willing to let her get

close.

“Serina, I’m not going over there. Don’t be afraid.”

Even though she knew it was just a dream, Ainsley tried to comfort Serina.

Then she heard miserable yelling. A dozen men poured in from a small room on the other side.

Her heart suddenly palpitated. It was as if someone was whispering to her in her ear. “Aisy, Aisy?”

The familiar voice and the cedar scent. It was him! It was Manuel!

Ainsley opened her eyes suddenly. She saw Manuel sitting on the edge of the bed holding her hand. She

subconsciously withdrew her hand.

“What are you doing here?” It had been a few days since he finally showed up.

Manuel stood up, smiling bitterly. “I’m sorry.”

Ainsley laughed to herself, singing, “Sorry again.” She asked, “Why did you say sorry? Is it because you

didn’t answer the phone or because you were indifferent in those days?”

Manuel shook his head. He didn’t even know what to say.

“Why are you silent, Manuel, is this still you? Why are you avoiding it?” Ainsley stared at Manuel closely.

She couldn’t understand why Manuel had suddenly become like this.