The Return of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife by Zara Gibbon

Chapter 666

Bruce, now mentally regressed to the age of three or four, displayed a childlike innocence.

He quickly joined his kids in enthusiastic play.

“Daddy, hand me that one and the triangular building blocks,” Davian said.

Davian constructed an Ecostanian-style castle with building blocks, while Irvin built a mansion in the style of ancient

architecture.

Bruce seemed to catch on and meticulously began building a structure reminiscent of a palace.

“Let’s see who finishes first and whose creation looks the best. We’ll take pictures and let Mommy be the judge…

one of the children proposed.

“I’m definitely going to make mine look better than yours,” the other replied confidently.

“Hmph, we’ll see about that!” the children exclaimed as they challenged one another.

The two little ones were engrossed in building with the blocks.

When they turned around, they were astonished to find that their father had nearly completed his creation.

The design was grand and sophisticated, completely surpassing the children’s expectations.

“Wow, Daddy, you’re amazing!” they exclaimed excitedly.

“What style is this? It looks like a school but also resembles an ancient castle,” Irvin said, his face full of disbelief.

Davian carefully examined it again and said, “Yes! Daddy, why did you build something so strange? We have never

seen anything like this in our picture books!”

Images of an odd-looking house had flashed through Bruce’s mind, and he instinctively built it according to its style.

“Daddy, can you fold paper airplanes?” one of the children asked.

“I… I can fly planes…” Bruce chuckled in response.

“Daddy is just bragging! We have never seen you fly one,” one of the children said.

“Mommy said Daddy knows how to fly helicopters!” the other replied.

Bruce blurted out without thinking, “I can fly fighter jets too… and tanks.”

The two kids were dumbfounded!

While they did not understand fighter jets, the two little ones joined in the laughter as they exclaimed, “Daddy loves

to brag!”

“Daddy, I will teach you how to fold paper airplanes. Take out the paper first, then fold it in half,” Irvin explained

while demonstrating.

“It’s fun… I want to fold one too!” Bruce said, his mouth involuntarily drooling

Nearby, several servants could not help but feel emotional.

They could not imagine that Mr. Everett would one day become a simpleton.

“Sigh, will Mr. Everett always be like this?” one of the maids asked cautiously.

Another maid replied sadly, “Right? Seeing Mr. Everett like this breaks my heart. I hope the heavens will open their

eyes and allow Mr. Everett to recover! The Everett family will face great trouble if he does not recover soon. Miss

Haynes is a delicate woman, and now she is pregnant too. How can she handle such a large estate all by herself?”

“Shh, let’s not talk about this. If the butler hears us, we will be in trouble!” another maid reminded.

The maids sighed and grumbled for a moment before returning to their duties.

Joanna finally had time to attend to her work inside the bedroom after Bruce left with the children.

She had not rested for even a moment during the past two hours.

The Everett Group had finally regained its stability, and she could not afford to slack off, lest it trigger a harmful

cycle!

A knock was heard.

“Come in,” Joanna said.

The door opened, and Miranda entered with a glass of milk.

“Joann, you should replenish some nutrients. I’ve heated up some milk for you,” Miranda said, gently reminding her.

“Take a break. It’s not good for the baby if you overwork.”

Joanna did not lift her head and simply replied, “I know, Miranda! I will finish up this, and that will be all.”

“I’ll place the glass of milk beside you,” Miranda said, setting it down carefully. “Drink it while it’s still warm.”

“Okay, thank you,” Joanna replied.

Before she could finish her sentence, the phone rang.

It was Andy calling.

“Hello, Andy,” Joanna said as she answered the call.

On the other end of the line, Andy’s voice sounded grave. “Miss Haynes, there’s a financial crisis erupting in Nory.

The companies there are struggling to survive! Mr. Nelson will return to Greyport next week to report on the

liquidation process.”

Joanna frowned slightly upon hearing the news. “Alright, I understand,” she replied.

“Also, the first phase of the Green Bay project has almost sold out.” Andy continued, “but there are issues with the

approval for the second phase. You might have to go to Mossbourne in person!”

“Understood. I might be busy these days, so it will probably have to wait until next month,” Joanna responded.

“Mr. Hall is urging us to hurry,” Andy emphasized. “Headquarters wants to send someone in charge there as soon

as possible. If you’re not able to go, we can send a director instead.”

Joanna thought for a moment and said firmly, “I’ll consider who to send tonight and give you an answer tomorrow.”

“Alright then. That’s all for now,” Andy replied before ending the call.

After hanging up, Joanna felt overwhelmed. There was a pile of internal company matters, as well as numerous

external affairs. She had already turned down so much work!

Suddenly, she realized that Bruce’s bad temper might have a reason behind it. “With such immense pressure every

day,” she thought, “it’s inevitable for emotions to build up.

Joanna rubbed her throbbing eyes and casually asked, “Miranda, what are Bruce and the children doing?”

“Oh, Mr. Everett is playing with the kids, building blocks!” Miranda replied with a smile. “They’re having a great

time! Don’t worry.”

Joanna frowned. She hoped that a miracle would happen again and Bruce would recover quickly. “If he doesn’t,”

she thought worriedly, “I might not be able to bear it much longer.”

“Joann, there’s something I’m not sure whether I should say or not,” Miranda said as she looked at Joanna with

some concern.

“Just say it. There’s no need to be too polite between us,” Joanna replied.

“Joann, you and Mr. Everett can’t keep dragging things out like this,” Miranda said with a caring tone. “It’s not going

to end well.