Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 1797

Zorion's car skidded to a halt at its desNorahtion and the person himself jumped out of the car just as he saw Rossie walk out in an unhurried manner with a group of people behind her.

Zorion stared at her fervently, the palm of his hands sweaty from his anxiety.

Rossie paused when she noticed Zorion's figure. With the notebook firmly in her hold, she made her way towards him. "Why are you here? Is Raeleigh all right?" she asked when she reached his side.

"What are you doing here?" Zorion countered in a low, deep voice, but there was no fight in it. If he could actually oppose her, he would take action immediately.

Rossie studied him for a while. "Are you going to yell at me?"

Zorion was bemused for a moment before his pitch black eyes darted left and right. He then opened the door to let Rossie in first. He slid in beside her and held her hand in his. "There will be no next time."

Rossie leaned into Zorion's embrace. "I promise."

Zorion held her tightly, his heart now at ease.

The car returned to the Harvey family residence. Meanwhile, Lottie was burning with anxiety. To actually go to the Doyle family while pregnant, was that child insane?

Deanna stood to the side in punishment, as innocent as can be. As it was, out of all the people in the whole world, she was the most innocent of all. If Rossie caused the trouble, she would be made the scapegoat. She wouldn't do anything about it but cry her heart out.

Rossie's lips curled, then headed upstairs. She didn't want to play around with this group of people now.

Lottie rushed over the moment Rossie came through the door. She was angry to the point that she wanted to hit Rossie. "You! How could you be so disobedient? Didn't we say not to go out?"

Rossie smiled without a word.

When he saw that, Rhys knew that there was no way that his daughter-in-law would be kept behind lock and key in the future.

He then looked towards his son and realised with much exasperation that his son would just follow along with whatever his wife said.

Zorion stood at the side with a notebook in his hand. He walked towards Rhys and handed it to him. Rhys's head lowered as he flipped through it. It was all related to the Harvey family, hence he handed it over to Calvin.

After Calvin looked through it, he passed it over to his wife. Belle proceeded to glance through it and looked up at Rossie in amazement. "How did you do it?" she asked in a measured tone.

"I didn't do much. In fact, this is a very simple matter. I just had a talk with her and the whole thing was settled. All of you just felt that this matter was more complex than it should be."

Belle was tongue-tied. This child seemed to be telling the truth.

It was a very simple matter in all actuality. They just made it complicated.

Calvin looked at Rhys. "It's their era now. We're indeed getting old. The old can't keep up with the current era."

Rhys said nothing in reply. He swept a pointed look at the Atkinson family members. "Let's go. Since the issue has been resolved, we'll return home."

Zorion was prepared. Afterwards, the Atkinson family left and the Harvey family residence became quiet.

The statement that was in Calvin's possession, was now being handed over to Hudson.

Hudson stared long and hard at the items on the table, as if in a trance. After a long time, he looked up at Calvin and asked, "What is this?"

"It was Rossie who brought them back."

Hudson stared at them for a while longer before he finally uttered, "Thank them for me."

"I will."

Calvin flicked a glance towards Paige's room but did not enter it in the end. Instead, he turned and headed towards the door.

Hudson called out, "Since you're already here, won't you go and see your mother?"

Calvin stopped and turned back towards his father. "Raeleigh's hand is now crippled, she can no longer draw her designs. Her innate talent was off the charts, so much so that it even surpasses Belle, according to her. Now, I think it's really regrettable. If we had realized earlier what type of person mother was, things like this probably wouldn't have happened."

"Sometimes, your mother can be a little selfish in her bid to achieve quick success, but she harbored no ill-will towards us."