Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 894:

When Adrian and Joelle came to visit Fannie, who had recently given birth, they brought their daughters, Aurora and Molly, along.

Bobby displayed his daughter proudly. “Look at her. Isn’t she stunning? Just as beautiful as Fifi!”

This reminded Adrian of something Bobby had said when his second child was born.noveldrama

Back then, as Fannie was pregnant, Adrian had hoped it was a daughter, aiming to even an old score.

Catching Joelle’s eye, Adrian said, “She doesn’t resemble Fannie much; she looks more like a little monkey.”

Joelle merely smiled, a bit embarrassed, and led their daughters inside to visit Fannie.

Following them, Bobby complained, “How can you say that? You’re the one who resembles a monkey!”

Adrian stayed composed, retorting, “I’m just stating the obvious.” Bobby, losing his patience, yelled, “Enough, Adrian! Let’s settle this outside!”

Katherine, hanging up her coat, scolded, “You two are fathers now, yet you’re still acting like children?”

Shawn, guiding his son Kalel Watson by the hand, said lightly, “Let them duke it out. If Bobby loses, Fannie might find someone more suitable.”

Bobby, overhearing this, turned silent. He was acutely aware of his shortcomings. Fannie might indeed find someone better, whereas he might not.

“I’m not going to bother with him.” Bobby turned away, deciding to get back at them by keeping his daughter out of sight. Conversations were unfolding among the men outside as well. Over his coffee, Shawn shared some news. “Did you hear about Fred’s sister? She’s passed away.”

Bobby responded with disinterest, “And how does that concern us?”

Curious, Michael asked, “Mila? What was the cause of her death?” Near the crib, Adrian stayed quiet, his eyes occasionally meeting those of Bobby’s daughter, who was charming in her own right but not as much as his daughters with Joelle.

Shawn explained, “They say it was a car accident—she was too tired to be driving.”

After a pause, Michael added, “I was overseas recently, visiting Dulce, and I heard Mila’s husband had been gambling again. He dropped twenty million in one night and seemed fine with it.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Bobby scoffed. “He had a hefty insurance policy on Mila. Everyone sensed something was amiss. But Mila had it coming. She was always a troublemaker, especially when her grandfather was alive, engaging in all kinds of reprehensible acts.”

Adrian cut in, “We shouldn’t waste our breath on those who don’t matter.”

Shawn inquired, “The Finch family is organizing a funeral soon. You thinking of going?”

Without hesitation, Adrian stood. “No. Our ties with the Finch family are severed. We’re better off not keeping in contact.”

“That makes sense,” Shawn responded.

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