Attracted By My Ex-wife novel Chapter 184

It was early in the morning as a drizzle fell from the sky, bringing along the occasional cold gust of wind. It didn't matter how warm the weather was, as the rain had now transformed it into a cold day.

On the south side of the city, the prison was alive with its usual routine.

The place was no stranger to the usual quarrels. "I want to go home! I want to get out of here! Do you know who I am?"

Despite being handcuffed, Cherry thrashed about, her flailing arms hitting the officers nearby.

"Be obedient. You are assaulting a police officer. If you don't behave yourself, your penalty will be increased!"

"I just want to go. Wait and see, I will get out somehow," Cherry was shouting at the top of her lungs.

It had been a month since she was locked up in the prison, but she still hadn't adapted to the life here. The thought of being defeated by Anne infuriated her.

"I am suffering here because of you. I bet you are proud of yourself." Cherry clenched her fists, her anger spilling out.

However, her conversation with herself made everyone in prison think she was crazy.

She was dragged to her cell and the door was locked shut. She collapsed onto the floor, watching the rain trickling down from the small window. She felt like her life was over.

"No. 58, come out! Someone’s here to see you." She was abruptly woken up three hours later with a loud voice. Her eyebrows were knotted together in confusion.

She didn't have any relatives, and all her friends had abandoned her now that she had lost everything. No one had dared to come to visit her until now. So who could it be?

Cherry stepped out. Her expression was cold when her eyes met her guest.

The man was none other than Devin.

"What are you doing here? Get out!" Cherry instinctively shouted. The glass between them held her back from rushing out and beating him.

The officer accompanying her held her down, shouting, "Be quiet!"

As she sat down in front of him, her eyes were full of hatred.

"What are you doing here?" Cherry questioned again, her voice icy.

Devin waited for them to be alone. Then he said, "I am here to see you, of course. After all, you are my only daughter."

She felt disgusted at his sudden affection. "You are here for a reason, aren’t you? I bet you have run out of money."

Devin pursed his lips as he replied awkwardly, "Don't be so judgmental, okay? I am willing to help you if you pay me. I will tell you everything that is going on outside so that you aren't lonely here anymore."

"I don't need that. Since you can’t save me, it’s better if you leave now." Cherry’s words were harsh, but her mood made her unpredictable.

"Don't be so heartless, okay? I'm the only one who came to see you, right? You should know that it's difficult to do things without money now. If I am going to save you, I still need the money and a lot of it." Devin pretended to be eager to save her.

Despite her annoyance, Cherry hesitated. Although she didn't want to trust Devin, she had no one left.

"Well. In the house that Kevin asked me to live in, there is a million in cash behind the bedside cupboard. Take the money, but you have to keep an eye on the AN Group and Anne's every movement and report to me. Then you follow my commands, okay?" Cherry spoke seriously.

With a frown, Devin replied, "Why aren't you giving me more money, since you asked me to do so many things for you?"

Cherry wasn't surprised by his reaction. "I can give you so much more, but only if you follow my commands. If you don’t think that’s fair, then leave."

"Don't be so rude. Of course, I will listen to you. But you have to promise me that if I help you, you can't treat me unfairly, or I will never help you again." Devin tried his best to hide his excitement.

"Don't worry. After all, you are my father." Cherry gave a cunning smile.

Inside the Fu Family's Villa.

The rain was hitting the glass window, creating a soft rhythm inside the quiet home.

Anne had set up an easel in front of the big vases, as she outlined the flowers. She was painting each stroke carefully but was still left dissatisfied.

Suddenly, the dull silence was broken by Charles’s loud cries.

Hearing that, Anne immediately placed her paintbrush down before she rushed towards the baby room.

"Charles, stop crying." Carrying him in her arms, Anne patted his small back. She thought that he had cried because no one had talked to him for a long time, but she didn't expect him to cry even harder after she picked him up.

When she touched his forehead, she found that he had a fever.

Seeing the heavy rain outside, she thought of asking Sam to come here, but she couldn't get through.

"Miss Anne, we can't wait. We have to take the child to the hospital as soon as possible," the nanny stated loudly.

"I know. You hold the baby, I'll go to get the car," Anne ordered, her forehead creasing with worry.

The car sped down the road, as Anne became increasingly anxious about Charles’s fever getting worse. The surrounding cars retreated to the sides. Despite driving this fast for the first time, she was very cautious the whole way.