My Ex-Wife Remarried Me novel Chapter 452

Vivian went to inform her brothers in their room.

As expected, they were excited and began to pack for the trip.

They wanted to bring everything.

Sabrina was speechless as she saw what was going on in her nephews' room.

"Silly children.What is there to be happy? Don't you know that your mother's going there to save your father?"

Sabrina was such a spoilsport.

It was no wonder that she did not have many friends.

Amora did not say anything when she heard Sabrina's comment.

She pulled Vivian's luggage down the corridor and pushed it to her.

"You should send us there"

"Why me? Amora, you're becoming arrogant.How can you order me around like a housemaid?"

Sabrina complained unhappily.

Amora looked at her calmly and said, "I can't drive there myself in my current condition.Also, when did I ever treat you as a housemaid? You're my children's aunt and the only person we can rely on, so I can only ask you for help."

Sabrina was left without retort.

I'm the only person they can rely on? Fine, I've no choice but to agree then.

With that thought, Sabrina pulled the luggage with her and went out.

A few minutes later, Amora left for the village with her three children.

Before leaving, Wendy reminded her again, "Madam, you have to bring Mr.Kane back safely.I'm counting on you."

"I know.Don't worry.I'll bring Kane back" Amora answered Wendy confidently.

She was trying to reassure herself too.

Yes, I'll bring him back safe and sound.

He has been lying to me for too long.

I want to settle the scores with him.

They left Frontier Bay in a car that night.

It was late at night in Floral Village, a small mountain village in the countryside.

The surroundings were pitch black and devoid of any movement or lamps.

It was as if the whole village fell into a deep sleep and was so quiet that one could hear the occasional sounds of frogs croaking.

Greg Peter's house was at the edge of the village.

Amora and her children had stayed in this house previously during the preschool event.

At this moment, a man was sleeping on the upper floor of the house.

He kept tossing and turning on the bed.

One could vaguely hear his groaning downstairs.

"Hubby, is that man having a headache again? Should we go and check on him?"

Greg's wife, Martha Peter, had sharp ears.

She woke Greg up upon hearing sounds of groaning and wanted Greg to check the man with her.

Greg opened his eyes.