Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 138

If Conrad hadn’t called, she would have been completely exposed today. Somehow, Conrad always managed to help her, even when he didn’t mean to.

Wiona’s hand drifted to her stomach. Babies, is it you looking out for me?

She didn’t let herself dwell on it. All she wanted was to settle things with the Sullivan family, pay back her debt to Conrad, finally get that divorce from Jace, and then leave Stonehill behind.

When the car stopped at Hawthorne Hall’s gate, Wiona stepped out with her small suitcase. Remy, who had clearly been waiting for her, rushed over and grabbed her bag right away.

“Thank goodness, Ms. Morgan, you’re finally here,” he said, sounding almost desperate. “If you hadn’t come, we were about to run out of options and go up on the roof ourselves to get Miss Alice.”

He lowered his voice, glancing at the house. “But he said maybe you’d have a way to help her. If we scare her, she’ll have nightmares for weeks.”

Remy hurried her into the shuttle cart. The main house was so far from the gate that even with a brisk walk, it would have taken at least twenty minutes. No wonder Remy had been waiting outside.

When they reached the sprawling mansion, Wiona noticed the gardens were filled with staff, all tense and focused on the roof. She looked up and spotted Alice perched right on the edge. Thank goodness, there was a huge safety airbag set up below, with a medical team and security standing by. Even the fire department was here. Everything was organized and calm, despite the chaos.

That’s the Sullivan family for you. There probably wasn’t another household in the country that could pull off something like this.

Remy led her straight to the elevator, taking them up to the fifth floor. When it was time to climb to the roof, Libby and Remy, along with a crowd of bodyguards, hovered around her, hands out just in case she slipped. Wiona moved confidently, making it up without a problem.

Alice was up there, standing and spinning around right on the roof’s edge. Libby, who were barely out of his teens, was pale with anxiety.

She whispered, voice shaking, “Ms. Morgan, you’re the only one she’ll listen to. Every time we’ve rescued her before, she’s been so terrified she can’t sleep for days. Mr. Sullivan said we can’t scare her again. Do you have any idea what to do?”

“Where’s he?” Wiona asked. “He’s not back yet?”

Remy shook his head. “He’s farther away, so he’s still on his way.”

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