Deep Love Hidden From Him novel Chapter 670

At the hospital, when Alexander and Theodore talked about the matter, it so happened that Helen was also here.

"Is the news definitive?"

"Yes, and I'm here to inform you to protect Everleigh." Alexander's low voice rang out. He had never been so worried.

A bad thing never dies. This was the prime example.

For no reason, Everleigh had attracted an unwarranted disaster, and he thought everything would be fine now, but unexpectedly, this kind of accident still occurred.

"I'll send for him now." Helen finally realized how cruel and heartless her son had been.

He must have been plotting for a long time to escape like this.

She had already failed Everleigh once and didn't want to do it again.

Theodore didn't say anything. Even if Wilson wanted to make a comeback, he needed a chance. How could he have acted impulsively? He must be hiding somewhere waiting for an opportunity.

To start over.

By this time, Wilson had arrived at the place where he had kept Everleigh when he previously kidnapped her. As the saying goes, the most dangerous place was the safest place. Who would have thought he would escape to this place?

He touched his wounds, hatred welling up in his eyes. Only he knew how his time in prison had been spent. Theodore was indeed ruthless, to have found so many people to beat him up. However, he was able to find a way out, and it was all thanks to him.

He looked around. He was at the end of his rope and couldn't go on like this.

He had to find a way.

One day later, Missha received a phone call.

"Hello..."

"You have now enjoyed all your glory." Wilson's cold laugh rang out.

Missha heard the voice and knew who it was. She sneered and said, "Don't you deserve all this? You wanted to get rid of me and do something shady in private. Haha, are you trying to beg me now?"

Hearing her sarcasm, he unconsciously clenched his fists. His nails turned pale from the force and his expression became horribly gloomy.

"Missha, cut the crap, will you? I just want to tell you that I want to start all over again."

"Start over? Why should I help you? If you want me to help you, show your ability."

"What do you want?" Wilson knew she wouldn't agree, but at the moment, he was out of options.

Whatever was asked of him, he would oblige.

"Well, I'll find you later. I just need you to do one thing for me, and I'll help you start over."

He had no other choice.

"Okay."

She hung up the phone and thought deeply. She took the key, opened the drawer, and took out the documents inside.

Two days later, Missha showed up at an apartment in the suburbs. She gave Wilson the address and told him to come alone at night, because everyone was out to arrest him.

He dared not show his face anywhere.

She looked at his embarrassed look and the bruises on his face. She couldn't help but mock, "I never dreamed that you, Wilson, would have a day like this."

"If you want to laugh at me, be my guest. When you're satisfied, we'll talk."