Hunting for His EX-Wife

“I will have my own children, but not now.” Rhys rubbed his own temples.

He feels like he can’t communicate with his mother at all.

“Then tell me the exact time, as long as you can say it, I won’t urge you again in the future. Rhys, you came out of my belly, don’t I know you? You just want to drag it out and make me give up!”

Mrs. Williams became so excited that she coughed several times in a row.

Jenna noticed this and quickly stepped forward to help her pat her back, while constantly advising her.

“Mrs. Williams, you still to hold your grandson in the future. If you get sick from being too upset, how can you hold him? Children are more active, so you need to take care of your health in order to have the energy to play with them.”

After a few words, Mrs. Williams finally calmed down and nodded repeatedly.

Rhys stood aside, his lips moved but he didn’t say anything.

He admitted that his mother was right. From the very beginning, he had wanted to escape and win by getting away from her control.

“Rhys, it’s up to you. Do you want me to intervene or not? If you do, then cultivate a relationship with Jenna and try to have a child as soon as possible. If you don’t want me to intervene, then I’ll just pretend that I don’t have a son like you!”

Mrs. Williams hesitated for a while, but eventually gave her son an ultimatum.

She doesn’t necessarily have to become a grandmother in the next year or two. As long as Rhys’ attitude can change, it doesn’t matter if she waits a few more years.

“I…” Rhys looked at the breathing machine next to him and, thinking of what the doctor had just told him, reluctantly nodded his head in resignation.

“In the future, I will follow your instructions and work on building a good relationship with Jenna, in order to have a child as soon as possible.”

When Rhys said this, he himself felt ridiculous.

He couldn’t help but think that maybe this was his life, marrying someone he didn’t love, having children under his mother’s urging, and living the rest of his life like most people.

“This is something you promised me yourself, Rhys. Please, as your mother, can you not lie to me?” Mrs. Williams had a slight smile on her face but kept her gaze fixed on Rhys until he nodded his head. She then tilted her head and closed her eyes directly after.

“Mom?” Rhys was frightened by this sudden change of events.

After realizing what had happened, he quickly ran out and called the doctor.

After a detailed examination, the doctor finally determined the cause. “Mrs. Williams fainted. She’s weak after surgery and needs to be hospitalized for a period of time. She can be discharged in about a week.”

Rhys nodded, feeling very frustrated. He couldn’t breathe if he stayed in the hospital room any longer.

He turned around and wanted to go out for a walk to clear his mind. Unknowingly, he walked down to the psychology department on the ground floor and saw Kamden wearing a white coat.

“Rhys? What are you doing here at the hospital? Shouldn’t you be at work now?” Kamden saw him and walked over curiously.

“I feel like I need to see a psychologist. Is it true that when people reach a certain age, they compromise?” Rhys followed him into the consultation room, becoming more and more distressed as he thought about it.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

His mother’s heart disease was like a huge rock weighing on him, making him unable to move at all.

Seeing his friend like this, Kamden immediately guessed that Mrs. Williams had come up with some new plan to force him again.

“You don’t necessarily have to compromise. Look at me – even though I’ve been fighting with my family until now, I’m still working as a doctor earning thousands of dollars every month. If this were before, just my car expenses alone would have exceeded this amount.”

In some ways they were both similar people who had their own ideas and didn’t want to follow their parents’ arrangements for their entire lives.

“But your parents don’t have heart disease.” Rhys laughed bitterly.

He wanted to keep his distance from Jenna for another year or two before announcing divorce directly then.

But after his mother fell into , everything changed completely, ruining all of his plans; how could he dare act recklessly?

No matter how stubborn he was, he couldn’t joke about his mother’s life.

“Yeah… your mom has has heart disease so you can’t make her angry,” Kamden sympathetically looked at his good buddy.

He thought that he was already miserable enough but only now realized there was someone else who was suffering even more than himself.

“Why don’t you just follow her wishes and quickly have a child? After all, you’re a man so having children isn’t difficult,” Kamden half-jokingly suggested.

Rhys rolled his eyes at him retorting, “You might as well hurry home and inherit your property! You can get whatever you want without ever having worked as a doctor again! If you wish so much to be a doctor, then open up your own hospital!”

As long as Kamden is willing to bow down anytime soon; He could easily transform himself into being director of any given hospital!

“I don’t want to have children. If I do, I’ll have to fulfill my responsibilities as a father. I can’t just bring a child into this world and not take care of it. Besides, I believe that children are sacred beings, not just tools for the Williams family to use,” Rhys said with a heavy sigh.

He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to handle the responsibility of being a father and feared becoming like his own mother who constantly pressured him about marriage and grandchildren.

“If it’s really that bad, you could talk to your wife or Jenna about it,” Kamden suggested.

Rhys shook his head. “My wife? Forget it. She has her gambling-addicted father to deal with.”

If Jenna had any say in the matter, she wouldn’t have married him either.

Kamden patted Rhys on the shoulder sympathetically. “I’m sorry, man.”

He then tried to lighten the mood by saying, “But hey, at least Jenna is pretty cool! She’s not like those women in showbiz who throw themselves at you or try drugging you at parties.”

As soon as Kamden finished speaking, he realized something: Rhys had been drugged before too!

While most newlyweds were busy being lovey-dovey on their wedding night, Rhys had come running over asking for help after being slipped something in his drink.

“Jenna is different from other women,” Rhys admitted begrudgingly as he thought back on her determined gaze.

If they hadn’t been pushed into this situation by their families and if Jenna hadn’t listened blindly to her mother’s orders… maybe they could’ve been friends.