All Chapters of Dear Ex, Marry Me Again!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"Let's watch television." I announced as I walked inside. I grabbed the remote and turned on the screen. Immediately, Emily's face appeared, relaxed on a couch with a drink placed in front of her. When did she decide to have an interview? What’s going on?"Did she discuss this with you?" Mother asked."If she did, you would have found out when we spoke. She called earlier before I came to Father's room, but she didn’t mention anything about an interview."There are three media companies in the country that carry exclusive news, and this is one of them. The one that released the rumor about Mother is the third company."Her schedule today is tight. Isn't she meeting with them?" Father asked."I don’t know how she did it, but…" I trailed off, watching intently as she began to speak."I'm not here to defend my mother's name, and I won't even try. If there’s a rumor about someone, there should be proof" she said, speaking fluently and confidently."What are you getting at, Ms. Fernandez?"

I instructed Jasper to get some KFC chicken and drinks from the restaurant. Let’s take it to him and see if he will eat. He’s been acting stubborn, thinking he’s clever enough to make a deal with me. I need to find out what he knows, who sent him to crash into my car, and whether the gunshot incident is connected to Anderson.If it’s not, then I have one other person in mind. Threatening someone without facing them directly, only a fool would do that. I'm done running or trying to stay distant from her. The closer I get, the more likely he will reveal himself.Emily also mentioned someone following her, but I couldn’t ask her for details because I had to rush off to help my sister. If this has been happening since before we married, then either I was the target from the start, or she was and that made me an enemy to whoever’s after her.The big question on my mind is, did she have someone in her life before she started working for me? This could be connected to her ex-boyfriend, which

As soon as she walked away from her desk, I quickly got to work. I made my way to Anderson's office and reached for his laptop. Everything happening in the CCTV room was accessible from his office. I set up the necessary connections and sent them to Ethan, so he could start working from his end.I kept my ears open, listening for her footsteps, while waiting for Ethan to complete his part before I proceeded.Just as I was about to grab my phone from my bag, I heard her footsteps returning. I quickly hurried back to the couch, crossed my legs, and pretended I have been waiting patiently for her."I'm sorry for keeping you waiting; I had to get some ice." She apologized. Not that I minded, I would have preferred she stayed out even longer, so I could finish."It's okay, thank you." I replied, taking the cup from her. I took a sip, then set it on the table. "I will wait for another five minutes. If he doesn’t show up, I’m leaving.""Alright, I will give him a call. I’ll be right back."

Father had been discharged from the hospital earlier when we arrived. The doctor assured us it was nothing serious and that he would recover well at home. I decided to stay back with him, but Ethan had to leave for an errand he didn't mention. Initially, I planned to wait for a client at the hospital, but my secretary called to let me know he wouldn’t be able to make it. Father changed into his clothes, and we supported him as we walked out of the room. Thankfully, the media hadn’t caught wind of the situation, so there was no scandal to publish about Mother’s incident causing his collapse. As we reached the stairs, Father suddenly stopped. "Is something wrong?” Mother asked, making us pause as well. “I can manage on my own." He said, straightening. "I would rather not draw attention. People might assume I’m unwell.” He was right, if we looked too attentive, people would certainly suspect something was wrong. But if we walked out as a group, they might just assume we were visiting

Ryan It was late at night, and Mother still hadn’t come home. I had asked her to make sure she was back early. Just because she went on a date with some man she met online doesn’t mean she should stay out late. What if something happens to her? Or what if he turns out to be a kidnapper? This is accurately why Amber goes out, parties to her heart’s content, gets wasted, and stays out late. It’s been over two hours since I got back, and I have been waiting for her in the living room, but there’s still no sign of her. Mother should do better, she needs to. If not for herself, then for my sister’s sake. A tap on my hand snapped me back to reality. Looking to my side, I saw Amber standing next to me. "You should have dinner. After you eat, you can keep waiting for her until she returns." "She’s not picking up my calls. How do you expect me to eat? What if something’s happened to her?" I asked, getting up from the couch. "You just worry too much, brother Ryan. Her phone’s probably in