Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Genevieve thought for a moment and nodded.

Anthony had someone bring him a copy of the surveillance footage, so they waited in the rest area not far away.

Genevieve’s gaze would dart to Margaret's room from tto t Suddenly, a noise cfrom the staircase Six doctors and nurses went into the room to conduct a routine checkup.

They went in and cout together.

A few seconds after they left, a nurse hurried back and said to the bodyguard, Tve accidentally left a medicine just now, so I'll be going in to get it.” The bodyguard didn’t think much and opened the door for her.

However, Genevieve soon sensed something was wrong.

The nurse who left earlier was in her twenties, but the one who cback sounded to be about Genevieve stood up abruptly with a serious look.

“It’s her! The person that entered the room is not the nurse,” she alerted As soon as she finished speaking, Anthony rushed to the ward The bodyguard also kicked the door open in an ASE | The fake nurse had pulled the tube out of Margaret's nose and was holding a pillow over her face, suffocating her A fierce glint gleamed in Anthony's eyes. He suddenly walked over and kicked the fake nurse to the ground Standing furniture and items in the surroundings fell onto the floor.

The fake nurse looked over in horror and screamed with panic.

Genevieve hurriedly asked someone to call for the doctor She noticed Margaret didn’t look so well, her lips alittle blue Anthony rolled up his sleeves with a grim look. His face was as cold as ice “Who are you?” he demanded His voice was cold and intimidating The fake nurse’s chest heaved up and down from dread. She gritted her teeth without saying a word, retreated to the balcony, and leaned against the railing.

Occasionally, she would glance at the ground below.

The air outside was slightly chilly.

A cloud of coldness shrouded Anthony's body as he approached.

The bodyguard also secured the door tightly, ensuring no possibility of escape.

However, the fake nurse jumped from the balcony the next second.

Anthony’s expression turned solemn as he ran over.

He only saw the woman leap to the balcony on the floor below decisively and then break into the ward downstairs.

A familiar scream cfrom the woman in the room.

It was Rosalie’s voice.

Anthony’s face darkened for an instant before he broke into a run downstairs with his bodyguard.

Genevieve frowned but didn’t give chase.

n Anthony led his men to the floor below and saw Rosalie and the fake nurse pushing each other toward the balcony when he burst into the room below.

Both of the women were stunned by his explosive entry.

Meanwhile, Samson was crying on the bed, horrified.

Fear and panic were written across Rosalie’s face. She pushed the fake nurse toward the balcony’s railing, looked back at Anthony woefully, and pleaded, “Anthony, help me...” The fake nurse took off her mask, and the black mole on her face was particularly obvious.

Bloodthirst filled Anthony's eyes. His voice was deep when he said, “It's you.” It was the one who escaped from him.

The woman with the black mole sneered before she turned around and leaped to the other side of the railing.

With a furious tone, Anthony immediately said, “Rosalie, grab her!” Rosalie’s face paled as she hesitated to approach the railing.

The woman with the black mole didn’t expect to be caught red-handed by Anthony, so she contemplated a way to get down, since there was no balcony on the next floor below.

However, there were balconies on the floors further below, but there were risks.

She didn’t want to jump anymore.

She didn’t want to lose her life.

The woman with the black mole looked at Rosalie and said urgently, “I don’t want to die. | am your. Before she could reveal her identity as Rosalie’s mother, she screamed and fell off the railing.

The loud thud that cfrom the ground was a heavy blow to Rosalie’s heart.

It was like a boulder sinking to the bottom of the sea, and feelings of falling and suffocation engulfed her.

Rosalie’s outstretched hand trembled slightly. Her face was white as a sheet. She looked back, and her lips were white as though drained of blood.

“I tried to catch her, but | couldn’t. Anthony, I've... killed someone!” she uttered.

Rosalie looked so weak, as if she could pass out at any moment.

Anthony ran over and looked down, his face as cold as ice, his eyes glacial.

The woman was dead. Her whole body was covered in blood, and there was no way she could've been alive.

Before long, a crowd formed around the body.

Rosalie couldn't help but hug him. As if she had run out of strength, she burst into tears.

Maybe it was from shock or something else.

Anthony pushed her away with a stony expression, turned around, and ordered the bodyguard, “Call the police and have someone preserve the scene.” that It was indeed troublesif the woman died, but he had evidence confirmed she was the culprit behind the hit- and- run. Her death was justice.

Genevieve had mixed feelings after watching the scene unfold.

She didn’t even know who the woman was, let alone the reason she had to kill an old woman.

However, she had a nagging feeling that something was off. How could she find out the culprit’s motive and secret after she died? Doctors had arrived at Margaret's room for emergency treatment.

Genevieve went out to the hallway and noticed the elevator had suddenly resumed operation. A fleeting sense of disgust welled in her heart.

She made her way to the stairwell.

Arriving at the floor below, she saw Anthony smoking in the stairwell.

His slender fingertips were slightly white, his movements gentle and indifferent, as if covered with a layer of ice that no one could see pass.

With a few steps between them, they looked at each other.

He averted his gaze and snubbed his cigarette.

“Did you witness it?” he asked.

Even he was shocked when the woman fell to her death. It was an unexpected outcome.

Genevieve nodded and continued walking down the stairs.

She was so composed that she didn’t look as if she had just witnessed someone die.

The moment she walked past him, Genevieve couldn't help but say, “She didn’t want to die and was about to reveal something. Rosalie could have grabbed her but let go in the end.” The scene she had witnessed earlier was indescribably strange.

The woman panicked when she looked down.

She held out her hand to Rosalie, who also grabbed her wrist in return.

However, Rosalie released it just as she grabbed it.

No one had tto react as they watched the woman fall.

After Genevieve finished speaking, she paused briefly as her gaze landed on Anthony's face. He frowned slightly and pondered for a second before suggesting. “It was understandable that Rosalie was startled and didn’t hold on to her tightly.” He thought, ‘Rosalie is still receiving therapy, so her action can’t be intentional.’ Genevieve lowered her head and smiled. She shot an impassive glance at him before opening the door and walking out.

She thought, ‘Anthony would never doubt the sweet, innocent, and pure-looking woman.

‘In his heart, Rosalie is the most pure-hearted person in this world.

‘On the other hand, I'm the jerk who drove a wedge in their relationship and slanted Rosalie.

Genevieve was fed up and didn’t want to stay for even a moment longer.

Anthony caught up to her and grabbed her wrist.

“Ill take you home,” he said.

As soon as Genevieve broke away from him, Rosalie ran out of the room, crying her eyes out and trying to squeeze her way Into Anthony's embrace.

However, Anthony’s bodyguard stopped her.

She was returned to the ward for further treatment.

Anthony emotionlessly averted his gaze from Rosalie and watched Genevieve stride to the elevator.

He caught up to her, but Genevieve ignored him.

Until she got into the car, Anthony could not see her off.

He calmly tried to explain his words earlier, “Rosalie has nothing to do with that woman. She has no reason to do that. I'm