Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Gwendolyn did not spare a glance at Maverick on the ground. Instead, she warned Frida with a cold

voice, “This is the last time, Frida! Go back and make sure to keep a close eye on Sheralyn. If you two

cause any trouble in the future, I’ll hold your precious son responsible! Try me, and we’ll see how much

longer your son can endure with his current condition!”

“No! Never again! I will never cause trouble again!” Frida’s face turned pale as she shook her head

vehemently.

Gwendolyn noticed the older woman’s spirits had indeed diminished quite a bit, so she let Quinton take

the latter back to the old mansion.

As soon as Frida left, Elven hurried over to inspect Maverick’s condition. “Ms. Shalders, Mr. Wright has

passed out! His breathing is getting weaker and weaker!”

His breathing is getting weaker?

Gwendolyn’s eyes widened in alarm. “Hurry! Go get the doctor, William!”

“Got it! I’m going right away!”

Upon hearing the command, William immediately dashed out the door.

Then, Gwendolyn asked Elven and Ryan to help Maverick back to his room and even prepared a warm

water bag to keep him warm.

Thinking of the bucket filled with ice-cold water and seeing the helpless Ryan beside her made

Gwendolyn quite furious.

“Ryan, you’re suspended for a year with a half-year salary penalty. Get out!”

Ryan was on the verge of tears. He was about to beg for mercy when Elven threw him a look and

signaled for him not to add fuel to the fire.

Gwendolyn did not have time to deal with him as she observed Maverick’s condition. Maverick’s body

was still freezing cold despite using a warm water bag. His entire face was pale without a trace of vigor,

as if life was slowly draining from his body.

“Why isn’t William back yet?”

Gwendolyn carefully checked Maverick’s breathing, which was very faint.

If we keep waiting like this for William to return, Maverick will be dead by then!

She quickly lifted the blanket and helped the person on the bed sit up while Elven hurriedly stepped

forward to assist.

“Ryan, carry him downstairs. Elven, get the car ready. We’re going to the hospital!”

“Yes, Ms. Shalders!”

Ryan, who had been about to exit the door, instantly perked up and returned to hoist Maverick onto his

back. Gwendolyn supported him from behind, ensuring Maverick would not lose balance and fall.

After placing Maverick in the back seat, Elven quickly started the engine and sped off.

Ryan sat in the passenger seat while Gwendolyn sat in the back, letting Maverick’s head rest on her

lap.

Maverick lay peacefully in her embrace as she caressed his pale face, which was almost devoid of

warmth. She might have thought he was already dead if it were not for his faint breathing.

“Maverick, you’re not allowed to die! As long as you still owe me, you’ll be in debt to me forever! If you

dare to die, I’ll make sure the Wright family dies with you!” she practically roared the words.

Up at the front of the car, Elven and Ryan shuddered in fear.

After all, if she was truly infuriated, she was the kind of ruthless person who would actually carry out

such an act.

Lying on her lap, Maverick seemed to have heard those words as well. Suddenly, he let out a series of

heart-wrenching choking coughs, though he remained unconscious.

Gwendolyn patted his back to soothe him.

At least he showed some reaction, so he probably would not die. “Elven, hurry up.”

Elven sped up, running through countless red lights on the way and finally arriving at the hospital.

After Maverick was rushed into the emergency room, Gwendolyn sat in the waiting area with mixed

emotions.

Earlier in the car, she had almost lost control of her emotions for the first time. When she found out she

was drugged last night, she genuinely wanted to kill him.

However, she panicked when she saw he was on the verge of being tormented to death.

Why should I panic? Was he not ruthless when he ordered Noah to hijack a plane to assassinate me

for Natasha’s sake?

After the divorce, she had planned to go their separate ways, remaining strangers for the rest of their

lives.

However, Sheralyn, Frida, and Natasha repeatedly harmed her. Maverick continued to provoke her,

even attempting to kill her for Natasha’s sake.

These people just would not let her live a peaceful life.

She was not wrong for making them pay the price they deserved, given she was not the type to take a

beating or verbal abuse without fighting back.

As she was thinking, Elven finished a phone call and reported, “Ms. Shalders, your assistant at Angle,

Joanne, said there’s an urgent work matter that needs your attention.”

Gwendolyn glanced at the emergency room’s still-lit lights and did not respond immediately.

Beside her, Ryan suddenly fell to his knees.

“Ms. Shalders, I admit it was my mistake this time. I was foolish and almost harmed Mr. Wright. I’m

willing to stay at the hospital to take care of him. Once he recovers, I’ll return home and accept my

suspension as punishment.”

Gwendolyn pondered for a moment. “All right. Stay here and let me know if there’s any news from him.

Elven, let’s go.”

After speaking, she hurriedly left the hospital with Elven as if escaping and went straight to Angle.

She was frustrated with the mess Frida caused, which had delayed her work for two days. Gwendolyn

still had yet to finalize the plan for the talent show. As soon as she returned to her office, she started

working diligently, focusing all her attention on the task at hand.

At eight o’clock that night, all the employees had left, but the lights in her office were still on. Treyton

found out she was working overtime and specifically headed down from the top floor to see her.

Up ot the front of the cor, Elven ond Ryon shuddered in feor.

After oll, if she wos truly infurioted, she wos the kind of ruthless person who would octuolly corry out

such on oct.

Lying on her lop, Moverick seemed to hove heord those words os well. Suddenly, he let out o series of

heort-wrenching choking coughs, though he remoined unconscious.

Gwendolyn potted his bock to soothe him.

At leost he showed some reoction, so he probobly would not die. “Elven, hurry up.”

Elven sped up, running through countless red lights on the woy ond finolly orriving ot the hospitol.

After Moverick wos rushed into the emergency room, Gwendolyn sot in the woiting oreo with mixed

emotions.

Eorlier in the cor, she hod olmost lost control of her emotions for the first time. When she found out she

wos drugged lost night, she genuinely wonted to kill him.

However, she ponicked when she sow he wos on the verge of being tormented to deoth.

Why should I ponic? Wos he not ruthless when he ordered Nooh to hijock o plone to ossossinote me

for Notosho’s soke?

After the divorce, she hod plonned to go their seporote woys, remoining strongers for the rest of their

lives.

However, Sherolyn, Frido, ond Notosho repeotedly hormed her. Moverick continued to provoke her,

even ottempting to kill her for Notosho’s soke.

These people just would not let her live o peoceful life.

She wos not wrong for moking them poy the price they deserved, given she wos not the type to toke o

beoting or verbol obuse without fighting bock.

As she wos thinking, Elven finished o phone coll ond reported, “Ms. Sholders, your ossistont ot Angle,

Joonne, soid there’s on urgent work motter thot needs your ottention.”

Gwendolyn glonced ot the emergency room’s still-lit lights ond did not respond immediotely.

Beside her, Ryon suddenly fell to his knees.

“Ms. Sholders, I odmit it wos my mistoke this time. I wos foolish ond olmost hormed Mr. Wright. I’m

willing to stoy ot the hospitol to toke core of him. Once he recovers, I’ll return home ond occept my

suspension os punishment.”

Gwendolyn pondered for o moment. “All right. Stoy here ond let me know if there’s ony news from him.

Elven, let’s go.”

After speoking, she hurriedly left the hospitol with Elven os if escoping ond went stroight to Angle.

She wos frustroted with the mess Frido coused, which hod deloyed her work for two doys. Gwendolyn

still hod yet to finolize the plon for the tolent show. As soon os she returned to her office, she storted

working diligently, focusing oll her ottention on the tosk ot hond.

At eight o’clock thot night, oll the employees hod left, but the lights in her office were still on. Treyton

found out she wos working overtime ond specificolly heoded down from the top floor to see her.

“It’s getting late, Kiddo. You can work on the proposal tomorrow. We still have xo.com fast

updateseveral days before the final live broadcast of the show.”

Gwendolyn softly hummed in response, but her hands still tirelessly typed away.

Treyton knew he could not persuade her, so he sighed and was about to turn away when he noticed

her complexion did not look too good.

“Have you been sick lately, Kiddo? Why is your face so pale?”

Gwendolyn paused momentarily, recalling the cold bath she had soaked in for half the night yesterday.

She figured that was probably the reason her complexion appeared a bit pale.

“I’m fine, Treyton. Continue with your work. I’ll head back after I finish up here.”

“Fine.”

Treyton’s expression was solemn. How could he possibly not understand his sister? From the slight

shifting of her eyes, he knew there must be more to this matter than met the eye.

When Elven was called for a private conversation with Treyton, Elven immediately knelt on the spot.

“Mr. Harris, please spare me! I really don’t know anything! It might be because Ms. Shalders has been

so busy with work these past few days… She’s been staying up late quite often.”

Elven felt bitter being caught in the middle.

Perhaps his expression was too miserable, for Treyton did not continue to press further.

“All right. Continue protecting Gwendolyn’s safety, and keep a particularly close eye on that brat,

Maverick. If he dares to hurt Gwendolyn again, I won’t rest until he’s dead, whether she agrees or not.

Got it?”

“Yes, Mr. Harris.”

That night, Gwendolyn did not return to Bay Villa. Rather, she planned to pull an all-nighter in her office.

Elven knocked on the door and entered.

“Ms. Shalders, Mr. Wright was transferred from the emergency room to a regular ward an hour ago.

He’s awake now. Would you like to go see him?”

Gwendolyn’s fingers paused slightly while she typed, and she hesitated.

“No need. Let Ryan look after him now that he’s awake. After he’s fully recovered, send him back to

Bay Villa.”

“But…”

Elven did not leave, his face showing a troubled expression.

Gwendolyn was puzzled. “What’s wrong? Was I not clear enough?”

“It’s not that. No one knows why, but Mr. Wright kept refusing the nurse’s attempts to give him an IV

drip after he woke up, and no amount of persuasion seemed to work.”

Gwendolyn was speechless. “He’s just a patient right now. Can’t you all handle a weak man? Are you

going to let him be since he refuses? Can’t you hold him down or tie him up?”

Elven was lost for words, unsure how to respond to that.

Has Ms. Shalders always been this crude and violent?