Chasing His Runaway Wife by Jamie Stones

Chapter 82

this are caught a black sedan discreetly parked along the roadside as de waked out of the hospital.

The window slowly gided down to reveal Malcolm’s handsside

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Site destapod Br a moment but walked past his car without sparing a giance & Mabelm

Maledim was confident she had spotted him. He lightly sounded the horn and cessor commanded. Tabitha get in

the car.

Tabitha tuned around to meet his gare. Shaking her head profusely, she sud. The made pins with a friend, no

time”

Who knows if that car carries Naomi she thought. She was not willing to

Observing her stridery as she spoke, Malcolm immediately got out of the car and grabbed her wrist to bring her

in front of him. You clearly

old Grandpa you were going to the flower market. Why are you here at the hospitan

Despite Tabitha’s efforts to break free from his grasp, her struggles proved Surile. Instead, she chose to speak

calmly. “I did go to the flower market. Since I'm here to see Emmanuel. | bought a bouquet of dried flowers”

Emmanuel again! Malcolm cursed inwardly

Malcolm's face was clouded with irritation when she brought up Emmanuel. He said. “Hey, did you forget you're

not exactly in good health? It’s not the best idea to be hanging around the hospital on Chrismus

Im bere to visit a friend. What's the big deal Tabitha retorted coldly. As

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for you, why did you cto the hospital on Christmas?”

“I cto pick you up,” he said.

Malcolm’s words were softly spoken. Tabitha found it hard to believe her ears, surprised by the unexpected

tenderness in his words.

As the moments unfolded, a sudden clarity washed over Tabitha that it was Alaric who sent Malcolm here.

Feeling a hint of displeasure, she casually turned down his ride. “Thanks for the offer, but I'm good.”

Malcolm's eyes lingered on Tabitha’s deliberately chosen light purple coat, which complemented her features

and added a radiant touch to her complexion.

Malcolm could not help but wonder if she had gone to see Emmanuel dressed like that before.

Today, there was no roasted turkey for her to bring to the hospital. Malcolm wondered, ‘What else could she

possibly bring for Emmanuel instead?’

Malcolm could not hold back. “Tabitha, Emmanuel isn't as gentle and harmless as he looks. Don’t let him fool

you.”

While knowing that Emmanuel was anything but simple, Tabitha refrained from making unfounded accusations

until she had concrete evidence that he was a terrible person.

Until then, engaging in this conversation with Malcolm felt utterly pointless to her.

Her response was calm. “Emmanuel is your cousin. | cto see him. because he was injured. Why would | be

fooled by him?”

Tabitha did not have the patience for Malcolm now. A few words were

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enough for her to be distracted.

Yet, she was willing to spend all of her tvisiting Emmanuel at the hospital.

Malcolm, unable to control his anger, seized her wrist, causing her knuckles to pale under his forceful grip.

Tabitha frowned. “You're hurting me. Let go.”

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Malcolm released his grip, leaving Tabitha’s wrist bruised. She rubbed it as she said, “If there’s nothing else, I'll

be going now.”

With that, Tabitha turned on her heel and strode away, preferring to hail a taxi rather than accept a ride from

Malcolm.

As he watched Tabitha walk further and further from his reach, Malcolm’s lips drooped slightly.

In a nearby corner, a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression stood, observing the scene unfold.

Jayden, who still lingered around the hospital, noted Tabitha’s repeated visits, this twith nutritional

supplements in hand.

Seeing her here on a holiday roused his suspicions about her intentions. with Emmanuel. If she was uninterested

in him, there was no reason for her to see him in the hospital on such an important holiday.

On top of that, to Jayden, she looked like she was pregnant.

Jayden’s blood boiled with excitement as he conceived an idea. With that in mind, he immediately called

Emmanuel.

“Merry Christmas, Emmanuel.”

The mere utterance of those words made Emmanuel’s face contorted into a gloomy look, anger flickering in his

eyes. He had no desire to respond.

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“I saw that woman,” Jayden noted. “It looks like she’s pregnant, and she’s looking quite weak. Quite the delicate

young lady, isn’t she? If she happens. to bump into something, who knows what could happen?”

Emmanuel’s heart skipped a beat, realizing Jayden was referring to

Tabitha. A rush of blood surged to his head as he angrily asked, “What do you want?”

“Hey, don’t get all worked up.” Jayden wryly chuckled. “It's Christmas, and here | am, broke and jobless. Just

thought I'd hit up my son for sliving expenses, you know?".

At the mere mention of money again, an overwhelming sense of disgust surged within Emmanuel. Word by word,

he enunciated, “In... your... dreams.”

The fact that Jayden had returned unscathed was already the greatest mercy. Even giving him a single penny

was entirely out of the question.

“Not giving, eh?” Jayden’s sneered. “Then I'll go to that woman. Last tat the bar, | witnessed her being

generous toward John. 400 thousand dollars, she readily handed over. But I'm only asking for about 20,000

dollars from her. That wouldn’t even dent her bank, right?”

Emmanuel felt his temple throbbing. Through gritted teeth, he managed to utter, “You do whatever you want.”

Hearing Emmanuel remaining stubbornly unswayed by his threats, Jayden turned ruthless. “Your words. If she

freaks out, don’t blme for not giving you a heads-up...”

Emmanuel, amid his irritation, felt a hint of panic. He abruptly hung up and tossed his phone heavily onto the

bedside table, unwilling to devote any more thought to the matter.

However, even after sthad passed, Emmanuel found himself unable to shake the unsettling feeling that

clung to him. He picked up his

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phone again and made another call, issuing an order to his subordinate, “Arrange for two of our most reliable

men to keep an eye on Jayden 24/7.”

“Sure, Mr. Sinclair,” Emmanuel’s subordinate replied.