Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 268 Let Bygones be Bygones

"Rhys, can you be sure that the place where my mother lives won't receive these media messages?"

Belle remembered a problem, fortunately she had the foresight to request Rhys’ private jet to take her

mother out of A City in time to place her within a remote town in Los Angeles last night.

If she hadn't been shifted away in time, then all this overwhelming media news this morning would

have reached her mother’s ears.

"Don't worry, it's a globally famous Red Cross hospital, the director is on good terms with me and will

take special care of your mother, the media news in A City is of little consequence." Rhys nodded his

head and said with confidence.

"That's good, thank you, Rhys." Belle was relieved and said with gratitude, for Rhys she really had no

way to express her gratitude other than to thank him.

"It is okay." Rhys smiled gently, "But, you can't just hide her for the rest of your life."

"Yes, as long as we get past this storm, when my mother is completely well and can accept all this, I

will tell her. My mother has long experienced ups and downs, I believe she will be able to accept it."

Belle said in a pensive mood.

Rhys nodded thoughtfully.

"Belle, do you care about the nonsense of those entertainment reporters?" Rhys asked gently as he

mused.

"No, I never cared." Belle shook his head and smiled bitterly, "These entertain reporters are either

making up the story, or being manipulated, or they are just trying to attract people's attention. So I don’t

think I should care about then, as long as I am happy.”

"So are you really happy now?" Rhys asked inquisitively as the two of them strolled leisurely.

Belle froze, a self-deprecating smile on her face, and she was silent.

"Belle, do you want me to send someone to shut up all these entertain reporters?" Rhys sensed her

silence and asked gently with a sideways glance.

He was walking idly, full of confidence.

For something like dealing with the media, it was easy for him.

"No need, Rhys, let bygones be bygones." Once again, Belle shook her head and refused.

"Belle, I know you are suffering in your heart, but you don't need to pretend, you can let me know your

grievances." The two arrived at the beach, the back garden of the villa leaned against the sea, the view

was very wide.

They leaned on the railing and looked out over the sea.

The sea breeze blew away the boredom in their hearts.

"There are many people in this world had grievances every day, there is nothing strange about it, just

treat it right." Belle said blandly.

"Do you really intend to forgive Martin?" Seeming to remember something, Rhys looked out over the

sea and asked.

"Yes, I already wrote the forgiveness letter last night, and I will send it to Calvin on his wedding day NôvelDrama.Org © content.

along with the inheritance of Harvey Mansion." She nodded her head without thinking.

"That's your father's murderer, how can you forgive him?!" Rhys’ probing gaze fell on her face.

With her forgiveness letter, Martin's crime would be given a lighter sentence. Was she really going to let

him off like that?

"I believe he didn't mean to get my father killed, he just let Bill set him up." Belle lowered her eyes and

gently explained for him.

Rhys looked at her, silent, the light in his eyes was as calm as the sea without a single ripple in sight.

The phone rang.

Belle picked up the phone.

"Belle, where are you?" Lottie's voice exploded from the phone like thunder.

Immediately, Belle was afraid that Lottie had read about her downfall in the newspaper.

"Lottie, I'm with Rhys." In order to reduce her anger, Belle truthfully said the place.

"So, you want to leave Harvey Mansion and leave that scum, right?" Lottie’s anger reduced as

expected after she heard Belle’s voice.

"Yes, that's my choice." She replied in a low voice.

"But what about your child? He just kicked you out irresponsibly?" Lottie was worried.

Would it be too silly to choose to leave him now at this time?

"Lottie, you can't blame him for this, he doesn't even know about it." Belle walked to the side and

lowered her voice, "Lottie, please, this is my personal matter, can you please not ask about it? I thank

you for your concern."

Now she was afraid that Lottie would tell Calvin about her pregnancy, if that was the case, everything

she painstakingly arranged would all go down the drain.

"You're crazy," Lottie gritted her teeth in anger, "Well, I could care less about you, you can just pretend

I'm dead, but that scum of yours is lying in my cafe right now. He's drunk, and stuck in my place, and

he can't even be driven away. Last night, he smashed a lot my stuff, how should I ran by business?”

Lottie was so angry that the muscles on her face twitched. If it wasn't for the sake of Belle, she would

have called the police to take him away last night.

What kind of sins had she done to know Belle?

"What?" Belle's face turned pale and tensed up, "How could he run to you?"

Belle felt unreal, because the Calvin she knew never got very drunk.

"Come on, did I invite him here? It's not funny when he goes booze crazy and smashes up my shop,

okay? My head is all over the place right now, and I'm telling you, get this scumbag out of my face or

I'm going to split him." Lottie said angrily. When she saw Calvin last night, she was sure that there were

problems between him and Belle again, and sure enough, she saw all kinds of newspapers early this

morning with the news that he and Lexie were going to get married.

She couldn't stand it any longer.

He had nothing to lose, not only did he get to marry a beautiful woman, he even had a child, and he

was so fulfilled that he came out to drink.

Her good friend Belle, however, was miserable, but she did not complaint at all.

Last night, if it wasn't for the sake of Belle, she didn't go on a killing spree against him, but today she

couldn't stand it anymore after seeing these media news.

"Okay, Belle, you Virgin Mary, listen, you can do whatever you like, anyway, the future is your own path,

I can't control you, but you have to get rid of that scum now, or I will make him suffer." Lottie was

furious, for that face that Belle did not want to let Calvin know about her pregnancy.

"Don't, Lottie, I'll call Lennox right away and ask them to come and pick him up, he'll pay you for the

loss." Belle was flustered, for Lottie was really capable of doing anything.

"Virgin Mary, you're really kind, you're still concerned about him even at this time. Okay, I'll wait for

you." Lottie said with sarcasm and ridicule.

Belle could only said with a bitter smile, “Lottie, don’t be angry, I am doing this for your own good. Think

about it, if the media know about it, it might cause another scandal, which will not be good for your

reputation.”

Lottie was completely speechless.

She wanted to say that if there was really any scandal, it would increase the popularity of her cafe, and

she didn't care as long as she could get back at that scum, but she just said resentfully, "Do it as soon

as possible."

Lottie hung up the phone and looked at Calvin, who was still lying on the coffee table in his sleep. He

was indeed handsome and was lucky to know Belle.

Belle called Lennox and told him the address, and Lennox hurriedly led his men towards the Elegance

Café.

When Calvin opened his eyes, he was sleeping in his own bed, the white sheets were dazzling his

eyes, and the bright light from the window was hitting his eyes mercilessly.

How had he gotten home?

He remembered that before he slept, he seemed to be searching all over the street for Belle, his heart

aching and sad.

He did not want to see her stay with Rhys, can't let her stay with another man, that was the only

realisation in his mind. She belonged to him, no one could take her away. How could his woman stay

with another man? He would go mad.

And then, there was nothing more to know.

His right clenched, a hard burning sensation coming from his palm, and he lifted his hand, releasing his

fist.

A seashell was lying in his palm, covered in blood.

"Belle." With pain inside his heart, he re-clenched his fist and stood up to run towards the second floor.

It was the same shell that he had grabbed in Belle's room yesterday. At that time, his hand was

covered in nosebleed and it was stained on the shell, but he had held it tightly, even when he was

drunk and fell asleep.

Now it occurred to him that he went to Lottie's café before he fell asleep. Belle must have sent him

back.