My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 713

Chapter 713 

‘Damn it!’ 

Crack! 

As the sound of glass cracking rang out, the glass in Martin Weiss’s hand broke and pierced his hand. 

Immediately, blood ran down his right hand. 

He had held the glass so hard that he broke it! 

Jewel Bailey gasped. “You…” 

“It’s nothing. Something came to my mind. Sorry, I lost my composure,” Martin Weiss said lightly. 

His right hand was still bleeding, but he did not seem to feel 

any pain. 

“Today was meant to cheer you up by letting you meet Jewel Bailey, but you got angry instead,” said Jason. 

“No, I’m glad i got to meet Jewel Bailey. Jason, thank you,” said 

“Didn’t Martin Weiss make you angry?” he asked. 

“I’m angry with Martin Weiss, not with you. I just feel aggrieved for Kyla and Nelson. Where was he when Kyla gave birth in prison? Now, he says he wants to fund Nelson’s treatment? Isn’t it funny? That’s his own child!” said Grace. 

Grace choked a little as she spoke. “His child was born with hearing problems. How much had Kyla suffered, getting up early and working late so that he could get a hearing aid for 

their child? Getting a hearing aid that cost 200,000 dollars 

was so difficult for Kyla, but 200,000 would be nothing more 

than a meal for him!” 

Her eyes began to water. 

Jason stroked Grace’s eyes tenderly. “Why are you about to cry all of a sudden? If you feel sorry for Kyla Corbyn and Nelson, we’ll just help them out more from now on.” 

“All right.” Grace nodded. Then somewhat sheepishly, she said, “I’ll go to the washroom and fix my makeup. Just wait for me 

here.” 

“I’ll go with you,” he said. 

“It’s alright. Just wait for me here. I’ll be quick!” 

It would cause quite a stir if he waited for her outside the washroom. After all, many of the giant entrepreneurs at today’s trade fair knew him! 

Grace walked in the direction of the washroom. When she was heading down a corridor, she could not help pausing in her tracks. 

On one side of the corridor, a slender figure was leaning 

against the wall, looking down at a small silver bracelet he