All Chapters of Mr. Graham's Relentless Pursuit of His Ex-Wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Nicole’s good mood vanished the second Travis spoke his completely unreasonable words.“Mr. Graham, how did you get here?” she asked, crossing her arms.“Obviously, I walked,” Travis replied without hesitation.Nicole’s lips curved into a smirk. “Well, if you had the strength to walk all the way here—and even argue with me—then you’re clearly fine. As the old saying goes, if you’re fine, take a few steps. And judging by the distance from the hospital to here, you’ve easily walked over a thousand steps. So, you’re not sick at all.”“I am sick!” Travis blurted out instinctively.The second the words left his mouth, he realized his mistake.His expression soured as he placed one hand on his hip, yanked at his tie with the other, and snapped, “I mean—I am not sick!”Nicole’s eyes glimmered with amusement, her gaze reflecting the warm glow of the streetlights.“Right, you just said it yourself. You’re not sick. So, you don’t need anyone to take care of you.” She tilted her head slig

After a long, exhausting week, Nicole planned to spend her weekend visiting her mother. Though Helen was her biological mother, Nicole had never been able to call her “Mom.” And to her credit, Helen never forced the issue. Ever since they reunited, she had been careful not to push Nicole into acknowledging her as a mother. The medical examination results weren’t great. Her left arm, which had been broken by Richard, was out of its cast and undergoing basic rehabilitation exercises. Her body was covered in bruises, and scans showed internal bleeding from the beatings. She was still undergoing treatment and recovery. But that wasn’t all. “The patient is also experiencing hallucinations, anxiety, and depression,” the doctor explained. “We’ve adjusted her medication accordingly, but as family, you need to be there for her.” “Understood.” Nicole took the medical report from the doctor and walked to the restroom. There, she lit a cigarette. She had picked up

No matter how much Nicole had mentally prepared herself, hearing those words directly from RIchard’s mouth still sent a cold shiver down her spine. But years of surviving the orphanage had taught her one thing—fear wouldn’t solve anything. The only way to eliminate fear was to confront it head-on. Forcing herself to stay calm, she locked eyes with RIchard and said in a steady, warning tone, “If you so much as lay a finger on us, I’ll make sure you rot in this prison for the rest of your life. Don’t expect me to show you any father-daughter mercy.” RIchard let out a low, chilling laugh. “Father-daughter mercy?” His voice dripped with disdain. “You little bastard. You’re not my daughter. And that’s exactly why I won’t hold back.” Nicole’s mind blacked out for a split second. His earlier threats had only made her afraid, unsettled. But this—this single sentence—sent her entire world into chaos. I’m not his daughter? Then… who is my father? Is he alive? Whe

"Alexander, I’m asking you one last time—when the hell did you and Nicole get together?!" Travis’s voice was like a ticking time bomb, every word laced with explosive fury. "Have you two been having an affair this whole time?" The thought alone sent molten rage surging through his veins. For years, Nicole’s world had revolved around him—her love, her loyalty, her unwavering devotion. Had it all been a lie? Had there always been another man in her heart? The idea was unbearable. It clawed at him, igniting something raw and uncontrollable inside him. Alexander took in Travis’s livid expression—his face shifting from red to white with anger—and nearly laughed. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Back then, Travis had been so indifferent, so dismissive of Nicole’s love. And now? Now, he was acting like a desperate man on the verge of losing everything. How ironic. Alexander could see it clearly—Travis himself didn’t even understand what was happening t

As the bullet was gradually loosened from the tissue, every medical professional in the room unconsciously let out a breath of relief. Except for Nicole. The bullet was almost fully extracted, but there was no guarantee that it hadn’t compromised a nearby artery. In some cases, the bullet itself could act as a temporary seal, preventing massive bleeding. If she removed it too abruptly, the artery could rupture, leading to an uncontrollable hemorrhage. A single miscalculation could be fatal. “Dr. Spencer, we need to move quickly,” one of the doctors urged. The longer an open surgery lasted, the higher the risks for the patient. Nicole knew that. The patient had already suffered one major blood loss—speed was important. But not as important as ensuring the patient’s survival. “We’re not rushing this,” she said firmly. “I need to check that all arteries are intact and that the circulatory flow is stable.” Only after confirming that could she safely remove