The Return of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife by Zara Gibbon

Chapter 584

Bruce was furious when he saw the overwhelming news online.

Although he did not search for Joanna with great fanfare, the media took a deep dive when it got wind of any

information and subsequently made up all kinds of rumors.

It resulted in endless headaches and worries for Bruce.”

The incident of Princess Martha being kidnapped was still vivid in his mind. A lingering fear had haunted him since.

Moreover, Joanna was being hunted down time and time again. Bruce was genuinely worried.

On the third day since Joanna’s disappearance, there were still no signs of her whereabouts.

Bruce’s initial anger turned into worry and frustration. Joanna’s unwillingness to bear his child made him even more

desperate.

Joanna had secretly gone to Porash for an abortion when pregnant before, Bruce suspected her sudden

disappearance to abort the child deliberately was to take revenge on him.

Bruce became restless at the thought of this.

He had been on the edge since: his heart felt like being torn apart and gave him spasms because of the unbearable

pain.

“Darcy, any luck today?”

Darcy said solemnly. Not yet, Mr. Everett; the media has already leaked the current status. I think it’s better to call

the police!”

Bruce closed his eyes upon hearing this; he felt like a walking dead.

He had not slept for three days and was utterly exhausted.

He only hoped Joanna was safe and sound!

“Where the hell are you, Joanna?” he growled.

“You’re so ruthless, even more so than me!” Bruce propped his forehead with his hand.

Her heart throbbed in pain, and a faint taste of blood was in his throat.

He had not eaten much the last three days.

People with stomach problems could not go on an empty stomach for long. The corrosion caused by stomach acid

made his stomach ulcer relapse again.

“Mr. Everett, you look terrible. Do you want to take a break?” Darcy said with concern.

Bruce shook his head sadly and swallowed a mouthful of saliva to ease the pain in his stomach.

“Darcy, inform the major media I want to hold a press conference immediately.”

“All right; right away, sir!” Darcy replied and quickly left the room.

Meanwhile, in the suburbs.

Joanna returned to the small clinic to get the medicine at the agreed time.

“Doctor, is the medicine ready?” she asked.

The doctor nodded repeatedly. “Yes, yes, it’s ready for collection.”

“I concocted some medicine that’s less harmful to the body and has milder medicinal effects.”

The doctor was alone in the small clinic; there were no nurses. He handed the medication to Joanna.

Joanna looked and saw a dozen or so black-brown medicinal bags in the plastic carrier. “How do I take it?”

“It is traditional medicine ready for consumption. Take a packet every morning, noon, and night for three

consecutive days.

The fetus will turn into blood and discharge through your vagina, the doctor instructed carefully.

Joanna’s brows knotted, and she vaguely felt her abdomen twitch as if the fetus inside her sensed danger and

protested silently.

“Okay, how much is it?”.

400 dollars!”

Joanna frowned again. Then she took out 400 dollars from her wallet.

The fee was indeed a little expensive.

A reputable hospital would have cost less than 800 dollars for an induced abortion.

However, she could not be bothered to bargain. She could well afford the abortion medicine.

“Warm it up beforehand,” the doctor advised.

“All right, thank you.” Joanna left with the medicine.

Joanna returned to the homestay after that.

She took out one medicinal bag and put away the rest of the medicine.

It was a suburban homestay, a small hotel run by local residents.

It was very hidden and basic.

The surrounding was nothing out of the ordinary. People stay here were poor, primarily foreign workers.

Although Joanna could well afford to stay in a better hotel, it would require an identity registration. On the other

hand, no identity card was required at the homestay.

“Bear with it, baby. Soon it will all be over,” she said quietly.

The room was basic, and there were no pots and pans.

Joanna had no choice but to walk out of the room to ask the lady boss of the homestay for a kettle and a bowl for

the

medicine.

She could not boil water in the room, so she did so in the public living room instead. Then she submerged the

medicinal bag in hot water in the bowl.

Joanna waited for five minutes before emptying the content of the medicinal bag into the bowl.

She stared at the bowl full of medicine before her.

It emitted a muddy herbal scent when she sniffed it.

Joanna gulped with difficulty, feeling a little uneasy.

After all, she was unsure if the small clinic was reliable or if the medicine would abort the fetus successfully.

She tasted it with the tip of her tongue; it was very bitter.

Coincidentally, the lady boss of the homestay walked past her and saw her taking traditional medicine. “Young lady,

are you sick?” she asked curiously.

“Yes, I have a cold.” Joanna told a white lie.

The lady boss did not say anything; she felt it was peculiar.

Most people would take modern medicine for a cold; it was rare to see someone taking traditional medicine,

especially a young woman like Joanna.

“Where are you from, young lady? Your accent doesn’t sound local, the lady boss stood before Joanna and asked

with interest.

She sized Joanna up at the same time.

Joanna wore a simple white T-shirt and old jeans to keep a low profile. She carried a big filthy canvas bag. No one

would guess it contained jewelry worth tens of millions of dollars.

Her hair was tied up casually under a cap, looking like an ordinary factory worker. Therefore, the lady boss did not

expect her to be Bruce’s ex-wife.