The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 18

Jane watched Lucy fall asleep before quietly backing out of the bedroom.

With phone in hand, she walked into the study, her mind already working on how to find a reliable hospital beyond the Sherwoods' influence.

She didn't have those connections personally, but her uncle, Raymond, did.

She messaged Raymond immediately. Before long, a reply came: [Okay. Send me your friend's details.]

Meanwhile, in the UK.

After breakfast, Kingsley went straight to the hospital.

He walked into the ward and gave some instructions to the caregiver, When he was ready to leave, a weak, raspy voice called out from behind him. "Kingsley... Kingsley..."

Kingsley turned to see Joyce.

She was awake and looking at him.

The man before her had lost all the boyish softness of their youth, replaced by a steady, handsome presence that left her momentarily dazed.

Kingsley paused. "You're awake?"

Joyce struggled to force out the words: "It's so good... to see you..."

The caregiver hurriedly adjusted the bed height and brought a sippy cup to her lips. "Miss Joyce, have some water."

As Joyce latched onto the straw, her gaze swept over the ring on Kingsley's fourth finger. The glint of silver dimmed the light in her eyes.

She sneered internally. "Married? So what? The fact that Kingsley guarded me for all these years proves I still have a place in his heart."

Outside, Kingsley had just gotten into his car when Shane called.

He swiped to answer, and Shane's report came through. "Boss, Mrs. Sherwood went for a checkup this afternoon. She and the baby are both healthy. However... she booked an abortion for tomorrow afternoon. The hospital has already cancelled it."

Shane exhaled silently after finishing. Kingsley's voice was cold. "Keep a close watch on Jane. She will definitely contact other hospitals."

"Yes!" Shane responded quickly.

Kingsley gave a few more heavy instructions before hanging up.

With restless tapping of his fingers against his knee and a brow deeply furrowed, his eyes became a swirl of unreadable emotions.