Sir Your Ex wife is Already Dead

Chapter 11

Sir, Your Ex-wife is Already Dead by Frida Hammond Chapter 11 A Call

Yoselin wanted to say something when there was a knock at the door.

“Mr. Tapia.”

Owen stood at the door with a few documents in his hand.

Giancarlo rubbed Yoselin on the head and said hoarsely, “I will have a word with Owen. I’ll be right back.”

Giancarlo walked to the door. Yoselin heard the conversation between Giancarlo and Owen intermittently.

Yoselin heard something like “Ms. Gardner suffered a hemorrhage“. With a sinister light in her eyes, she clutched her fists so hard that her fingernails went deep into her palms.

Yoselin picked up her phone and dialed a number. Her tone was different from usual, gloomy and vicious. “Aaron, done. However, Jazmine seems to be in trouble.”

This was the corridor outside the ward.

Giancarlo looked bad. His thin lips were tightly pursed as he listened to Owen silently.

Giancarlo didn’t raise his head till Owen mentioned Jazmine. “What happened to her?”

Owen didn’t know what his boss was thinking. He said after a long time of deliberation, “Ms. Gardner was so excited that she had a hemorrhage. She was sent to the ICU just now.

“I think Ms. Gardner became so because she had a miscarriage…” Speaking, Owen became sad and felt sorry for Jazmine. He raised his head, saw Giancarlo remain cold and indifferent, and instantly

swallowed the rest of his words.

Back then, the whole city considered Jazmine their public enemy because of her grand wedding. Everyone was envious of Jazmine for her good fortune and her title of Mrs. Tapia. However, they didn’t know the inside story.

“Huh?” Giancarlo raised his head and made a cold syllable.

He had good facial features but seldom showed his emotions. Even his glance contained chilling coldness.

Owen felt a chill down his back. He braced himself and retold Giancarlo what the doctor had said. “Ms. Gardner is too weak to withstand any blows. What should I do with these?”

Owen raised the documents in his hand. Those documents were about acquisition and appeal.

The documents might bring the Gardner family both bankruptcy and imprisonment.

Giancarlo lowered his head after one glance at the documents, so Owen couldn’t see his expression. After a while, Giancarlo said, “As usual.”

“The president of the Gardner Group said that this was a false accusation. If you insist, he will have to prove his innocence with his death,” Owen said.

Then, Owen heard a cold sneer.

“To prove his innocence with his death?” With a sneer on his face, Giancarlo continued, “Tell him to think of what he did before threatening me.”

When Owen intended to leave with the documents, Giancarlo asked in a hoarse voice from behind, “How is she now?”

“What?” Owen looked back with surprise.

That question seemed like an illusion to Owen because Giancarlo was as cold and indifferent as if nobody had ever gotten close to him.

“Is Mr. Berton back?” Giancarlo asked coldly. “Go find out why he came back at this point.”

At that moment, Owen felt that there was a layer of gloom and coldness over Giancarlo’s face.

“Yes.” Owen grabbed the documents and left. Later, he found that there was a layer of sweat on his back.

Why do I feel that Mr. Tapia became gloomier after the divorce? Owen wondered.

After Owen left, Giancarlo remained where he was.

Giancarlo shot one glance at the ward not far away after the doctor and nurse pushed a small cart past him.

The ward the doctors and nurses hurried to was where Jazmine stayed.

“Mr. Tapia.” The doctor, who walked past, looked at Giancarlo, who stood rooted at the door of the ward, with surprise.

Through the open door, Giancarlo saw the patient lying on the bed with her back against the door. That figure was so thin and small that Giancarlo felt that he would break her with one pinch.

“How is she?”

The doctor paused and then said, “Ms. Gardner is not in good health. The miscarriage caused enormous harm. Since she has donated a kidney, I’m afraid…”

The doctor looked at the patient in the ward with sympathy and whispered, “It will be difficult for her to get pregnant again.”

The patient inside the ward seemed to hear the noise. She slowly turned around and then struggled to sit up on the bed.

“Are you tired of living?” With a frown, Giancarlo went into the ward, grabbed the patient by the wrist, and pinned her to the bed. There was nervousness that he did not notice on his face.

Jazmine held Giancarlo by the wrist.

That slender hand was chilling cold, and it trembled slightly. Jazmine looked up at Giancarlo. “Please give my father’s company a chance.”

Her voice was hoarse. Jazmine had fierce resistance at first but quit now. Only a few days had passed.

There was little flesh on her thin hand, but Jazmine clutched Giancarlo with it as if he was her last resort. She lowered her head with her fair and slender neck exposed. She seemed to be begging Giancarlo.

Giancarlo was supposed to enjoy this victory, but he felt that his heart was pierced by a thorn. He felt bad all over his body and

irritable.

When Jazmine struggled to get up, Giancarlo tried to help her. However, Jazmine dodged this help, so Giancarlo clutched his fists and turned cold. “Beg me?”

Giancarlo looked down at Jazmine with a cold sneer. “Why should I help you?”

Whenever Jazmine moved, her wounds hurt. Her face became paler than before. Jazmine looked up at Giancarlo with the bright light in her eyes as she had been, but there was a bit of dead silence in them.

“Please, Mr. Tapia.”

After that, Jazmine intended to kneel, but Giancarlo held her down on the bed.

Giancarlo was enraged. He thought, she just knows how to infuriate me. Giancarlo held Jazmine by the jaw and forced her to

look at him.

“Mr. Tapia? You finally know your place.” Glancarlo bent down, looked at Jazmine, and pinched her jaw. “Given our relationship now, why do you think that I will help you? Just because of your cheap pleading?”

Jazmine didn’t struggle no matter what Giancarlo said. She remained silent like a soulless doll.

Her eyes moved only when her phone vibrated not far away. Jazmine tried to take her phone over, but Giancarlo snatched it

away.

Giancarlo took the phone and saw the name of the caller. He didn’t sneer till the ringtone of the phone ended.

“Give me my phone!” Jazmine said sternly, and her voice was hoarse.

Giancarlo bent over again with a storm in his deep eyes. Meanwhile, he almost crushed the phone in his hand.

The phone vibrated again, and the name of the caller was the same as before.novelbin

The caller was David Berton.

The piercing ringtone broke the silence in the ward, and the atmosphere became tense in an instant.