I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146 The Final Straw

Finished

Regardless of whether Jackson was setting her up or not, if he continued to make noise and disturb her, Eilis wouldn’t hold back. After making her stance clear, she crisply ended the call.

The beep signaled the end of the call, and Easton was left envisioning the easily swinging door of Ellis’s home, his expression darkening. Despite the repeated ringing of the doorbell. Ellis remained unmoved, and Jackson realized he was not going to get her help.

With his head hung low, he turned to leave when his phone rang–it was Easton Jackson’s mind raced, trying to figure out how to explain his failure to recover the items

Before he could respectfully greet him, Easton’s voice, cold and tinged with anger, cut through. “Jackson, are you looking to die? Who gave you the audacity to harass Ellis?”

Instinctively wanting to protest that he wasn’t harassing her, but faced with Easton’s fury, a survival instinct kicked in, and he stammered. “Mr. Hudson, 11 wasn’t harassing Ms. Harper

“Leave Ellis’s place immediately! And don’t bother coming to work tomorrow!” Easton had hoped Jackson could recover the items, which would have warranted giving him another chance. But his foolish actions were inexcusable.

“Mr. Hudson… Jackson attempted to plead his case.

But the order had been given, and Easton wouldn’t hear another word.

Ending the call, he then contacted the director of human resources, “Collect Jackson’s things, revoke all his company access, and draft his termination papers. Give him a few months salaries as severance.

The increased severance was a nod to Jackson’s past efforts and hard work.

Working late was routine, and although being called back to the office after hours happened occasionally, the HR director was shocked to receive such an order in the middle of the night–to fire Jackson, Easton’s right–hand man

“Yes, Mr. Hudson”

Easton’s voice, chilling in the quiet of the night, spurred the HR director not to meet the same fate as jackson. She hurried back to the office to finalize its dismissal.

After handling these tasks. Easton called Ellis again. The doorbell had stopped ringing, and she was about to take a shower, forgetting to block that deadbeat, when she saw he was calling again. Annoyed, she thought. Does he ever give up? Was Jackson really sent to trap me?

She snapped. “As a lunatic, you should find a doctor to monitor you around the clock; stop having these fits that scare everyone!”

Easton was silent. Good, Ellis has learned some new insats. Words like “you psycho” didn’t affect him anymore; he seemed almost immune to her scolding. Perhaps he was indeed a bit sick; unlike ignoring him, her insults felt like some form of engagement; at least it wasn’t a monologue.

Ellis scoffed, “I’ll live wherever I want; it’s none of your business! Mind your own life. If you think running into me is bad luck, I suggest you gouge out your eyes. Out of sight, out of mind”

This deadbeat never acts like a decent ex–husband. She thought, disgusted by her past blindness in falling for such a man.

The Ellis in the photo, although somewhat posed, smiled warmly, her eyes curved in genuine happiness, clinging to him as if aled, scurark contest to the Ellis of taninhi