All Chapters of Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal's Gone With The Money: Chapter 511 - Chapter 520

"Don't look at me like that. When I was leaving with Jayleen, I saw someone capturing Yerick's men. That's why I waited for you here," Nadia explained, quickly discerning that Cynthia was doubting her story. "What if I hadn't returned?" Cynthia asked. In that final moment, without Joshua's preparedness, she was not sure she could have made it back. "That's not possible. You're my mentor, after all," Nadia confidently stated. Cynthia remained silent. She got up and fetched two glasses of water, one for Nadia and one for herself. "Um..." Nadia hesitated. Cynthia arched an eyebrow. "If there's something you want to say, say it." "What are you planning to do with the child you're carrying?" Nadia scratched her head. Ever since she discovered that the stunning Cynthia was her mentor, she had felt an unconscious need to care for her. "You and Joshua are divorced. If you have the baby, he won't try to take it, will he?" Cynthia was taken aback. "What child?" "This one." Na

Given Joshua's nature, he would not draft a will on a whim unless he felt he was in danger. This probably had something to do with Sean. "Don't discuss this matter with Old Man Neal and the others for the time being. You'll help him keep an eye on the company. I'll handle the rest." If Joshua truly made a deal with Sean for her sake, he was being absurdly foolish. Sean was not someone who would help people just for the sake of kindness. What a fool Joshua was. "Okay," Yoel agreed, and the call ended. Cynthia took a moment to compose herself. Nadia watched as she reentered from the balcony, her face grave. "What's wrong?" she asked with concern. "Nothing. I'll be out handling some business for a while. Find something to do for yourself, and don't intrude on people's homes without permission," Cynthia reassured her. "I'll come with you!" Nadia blurted out. Cynthia remained silent, her gaze fixed on Nadia. She did not say anything, yet Nadia instantly backed down. "Okay, b

"Boss, why are you so worried?" his assistant asked. "That's Mr. Neal of the Neal Group in there. If he dies here, it won't just be the Neal family; even Ms. Yates won't let me off the hook," Sean casually replied, seeming indifferent but evidently worried. More importantly, it was only after much difficulty that he agreed to trade with him. Sean had done his part, but Joshua's life was now hanging by a thread. This was not looking like a good deal for him. After a short while... A doctor came out of the room, a thin layer of sweat visible on his forehead. "How is it?" Sean asked. "The situation is critical. His body temperature won't drop, he's lost too much blood, and the bullet is too close to the heart. We dare not remove it rashly," the doctor informed him truthfully. "Is there no hope?" Sean asked a blunt question. The doctor carefully considered his words and said, "There is still hope. "If we can get in touch with Dr. Yves Scott, known as the Hand of God, he mig

The exchange between the two was brief. Once Cynthia ended the call, she forwarded the address through WhatsApp, then started her car to pick him up. The car windows remained open throughout the journey. The icy wind blasting served to sharpen her senses, helping her realize that, during a crisis, she could not always maintain perfect calm and vigilance. In normal times, she would have noticed if something were off with Joshua, even if he merely had a fever. This time, however, his gunshot wound had eluded her detection entirely. It now made sense why he had been urging her to leave, insisting he had matters to attend to. Cynthia could not quite pinpoint her emotions; guilt, regret, and anxiety all of them plagued her. She understood why Joshua would go to such lengths and chose to conceal the truth from her. However, to her, nothing from their past warranted him risking his life. After all, she had already forgiven him. Carrying the weight of this emotional turmoil, Cynthia acce

As the door closed behind him, effectively isolating Yves from Sean, Cynthia secured the contract and took a seat in the hallway outside the operating room. She did not ask Sean about Joshua's condition. If it were not severe, he would not have paid such a hefty sum to negotiate with Yves. Requesting Yves's help was a sign of dire circumstances. As she waited, Sean approached and sat down beside her. Neither spoke for a while. Eventually, Sean turned to her and asked, "What's your relationship with Yves?" "Friends," came Cynthia's succinct response. "With benefits?" "No." "Then why did he bring you here?" Sean's heart tightened bit by bit. His expression was as unruffled as ever, giving the appearance of idle chit-chat. At this late hour, a man and a woman alone together would certainly raise eyebrows. Moreover, Yves, as reclusive as he was, would not have kept company unless it was someone important to him. It indicated that when Sean had contacted Yves, he was w