Ex-husband, Please Respect Yourself novel Chapter 211

"Cathy, you are too modest. Even without Tyrone, I don't want to miss a qualified person like you. However, if you have any need, I can explain to Mr. Brown..."

"No." Cathy interrupted him coldly. She took no prisoners, "Let the outsiders think that I have some love affairs with you. Isn't that the result you want? In Chicago, you failed to make a pass at me, and then in your company, you let me become a target in everyone’s eyes. I really admire your efforts."

Without waiting for him to speak, she sneered again. "I said, even if you really want me, you should divorce Miss Brook first. Otherwise, needless to say ambiguity, you won't have any chance at all."

Then she hung up the phone and threw it aside.

At this time, in the office over there, James held his mobile phone, his thin lips stretched in a straight line, and his eyes were as cold and dark as an ancient well.

There was a knock outside the door.

The Secretary hurried in and looked at him with dignity. "Miss Brook had an accident."

James's pupils shrank. "Where is she?"

"Hospital."

When James rushed to the ward, he saw a woman who was very delicate in her daily life lying on the bed with pale face, disorderly hair. She was very weak.

His eyes darkened and he suddenly stopped at the door.

There were other people in the ward. Mr. Brooks were here with a heavy face and a cold atmosphere was full of the ward.

The woman had woken up, probably to hear the sounds of the footsteps, and the godless eyes slowly turned to him. There was nothing but calmness in her eyes.

She looked at the man, and said calmly, with soft voice like feathers, which was vain and powerless, "Dad, Mom, you go out first."

Father Brook was so angry that originally intended to vent the anger to that man, but he looked at his daughter. He said nothing. With a gloomy and tense face, he walked out.

Mother Brook patted her daughter's head gently, frowned painfully, walked past the man and murmured, "Comfort her,please."

It was not until the sound of closing the door came from behind that James. He moved his stiff legs to the bedside. "Alva said you fell on the ground at home?"

The woman's face was emotionless, probably because she was pale, and she looked even more cold-blooded. "Yes, when I came down the stairs, I fell down."

The man listened to her understated tone. He frowned and his mood was obviously restrained, but she could still hear the endless coldness in his words. "Ella, you know what I want to ask. Haven't you said you went to the hospital yet?"

Today he knew that the child was still there, but this fall...

The man closed his eyes and felt a sense of deep pain in his heart.

"Well, I have. But I didn't want to abortion when I was in the hospital, so I went back." The woman said lightly, and the corners of her lips slowly showed a slight mockery. "But now it died. No more entanglement, everyone can be relaxed."

The man stared at her, with blue veins beating on his forehead and his dark eyes seemed to full of anger. Suddenly, he grabbed her jaw and raised it fiercely. He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Ella, are you sure you don't want to abortion, but don't want to use this child to do something else?"

Ella's eyes changed, and she was still calm, and her lips was slowly curved in a cold arc. "James I was lost. I thought I was ruthless. You were more ruthless than me."

The man suddenly froze.