All Chapters of My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"I'm serious! Sudden leg cramps, abnormal urination, it fits the descriptions," she said solemnly."Who told you that?""Google!"Griffith sneered, "Did Google also tell you you're terminally ill?"Charlotte was speechless."If you don't believe me, let's make a bet!" she said."You're penniless. What are you going to bet with me?" Griffith took off his watch and said.Charlotte was taken aback.Suddenly, Ash and Julia entered the house."There's nothing wrong with looking into this matter," Ash said.Charlotte's eyes lit up. She looked at Ash and said, "Something doesn't feel right. I've never experienced leg cramps as painful and long as this before.""You can take a urine test," Ash replied."Should we go to the hospital now?" Charlotte nodded.Before they could finish their conversation, Griffith scoffed. So, Ash stopped talking and brought Julia into the kitchen to find food.Charlotte was speechless. She looked at Griffith, who was sitting on the sofa, glancing at h

Mariah had three children, two daughters and a son. When Michelle was born, she was still a secretary. In her pursuit of advancement, she inadvertently neglected Michelle's upbringing. After marrying into the Wilson Family, she gave birth to the twins, which caused her to neglect Michelle even more. As such, she was spoiled and not so intelligent."Griffith is at the height of his power. He's even forced your father to retreat to Portchester City. So, why are you provoking him?" Mariah was indignant.Michelle's impulsive actions were clearly fueled by jealousy, as she thought Simon Lewis seemed interested in Charlotte."Mom, I just wanted to help you," she said."Nonsense!" Mariah pinched Michelle's face and said in exasperation, "What's the use in killing Charlotte? If you truly have the guts, then poison Griffith."She finished speaking but then panicked, afraid Michelle might act on her words."Griffith might be strong, but your father has only temporarily stepped back. He will

"There's hope," he said with a bitter smile. It was always the same spiel, and he had long grown tired of it.Benjamin raised his hands. "Maybe there always is hope, but I'll never be able to recover fully.""Don't be so pessimistic," Charlotte said, trying to console him.He looked at her and said, "Could you play the piano for me? It's been a while since I've heard a proper tune. The ones I play sound awful."Charlotte felt a pang of sorrow.She did some research on Benjamin's past. The Sterlings had protected him well, and little information was available. But there were rumors that he was a musical genius.For a genius to deny his ability…was just too cruel.She knew that empty, comforting words might not be the best approach for someone with such strong pride. Besides, he did not need pity. She composed herself and smiled, "Great, I'm free today, too. What would you like to hear?""Whatever you like.""Sure."The room was quiet as Charlotte played spontaneously. Benjamin

The surveillance image was turned on but on mute because of the noisy background music. Charlotte was easy to spot as she was sitting at the bar. Moreover, there were always people going up to converse with her. She remained composed, politely dismissing one person after another, and seemed more interested in the bartender. At this moment, she leaned her head close to the bartender's, whispering to him. At some point in their conversation, the bartender even passed her a tissue to wipe away her tears. The image was so clear that the room fell into silence. Nicholas cleared his throat and said, "My friend told me that the bartenders are all gay." Griffith glanced at him and said nonchalantly, "Does that mean they're not men even though they're gay?" "Should we bring them up to ask? They seemed to be getting quite excited. Charlotte might have something on her mind," Nicholas asked tentatively. Griffith remained silent. Nicholas naturally understood and summoned someone to brin

Charlotte struggled with her thoughts for a few moments, then released the handle on the door and sensibly crawled into the passenger seat. She got onto the seat and pressed herself against the door nervously. Holding onto the seatbelt, she stole a glance at Griffith and realized she was in trouble. She thought about what she had said to the bartender. It probably wasn't too extreme, except for calling him dead. Suddenly, Griffith looked at her. She smiled awkwardly and suggested, "How about I drive instead?" "You want to drive?" "Yeah." "Do you want to get us killed?" Charlotte froze for a moment. "Oh, right, I shouldn't be driving after drinking." She glanced outside, then tried to get out of the car again. "I'll go find someone." As she said that, she reached out to open the door. Griffith did not unlock the door. "Could you please unlock the door?" she said. Griffith ignored her and pressed the ignition button. Charlotte's heart raced. She had an ominous feeling abo