Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 187

When Wiona walked in, Molly couldn’t hold it together. Her tears fell all at once.

"Wio… Wiona?"

"What are you doing here?"

"You shouldn’t be here. Please, just go. Don’t worry about me."

"This is a dangerous place. Please, just leave."

Wiona ignored her protests and wrapped her arms tightly around Molly, holding her close. She looked her over with concern. "Did they hurt you? Are you alright?"

"Did they do anything to you?"

"Don't be scared. I’m here now. If they laid a hand on you, just tell me. I promise, I won’t let them get away with it."

Molly shook her head, her voice shaky. "I just got a few slaps. Nothing else."

Wiona checked her over, making sure. Molly’s clothes were fine, but red marks stood out on her face. Even so, a few slaps were no small thing.

Wiona shot a furious glare at the men who had dragged Molly in. The anger in her eyes was so intense that the men actually backed away, a little uncertain for the first time.

However, Wiona knew this wasn’t the time for payback. She forced herself to hold back. At least Molly hadn’t suffered the worst, and that alone brought a wave of relief.

"It’s alright now. I’m here to take you home."

Those words broke Molly’s last bit of control. She started to cry in earnest. "Wiona, I thought I’d never see you again… I really thought…"

"And you actually risked coming here to save me. This is all my fault."

Wiona’s voice softened. "You risked everything for me before. How could I just leave you here?"

"But next time, please don’t do something so reckless. Promise me. Whatever it is, talk to me first, okay?"

"Alright, enough of this. Let’s get up."

Molly wiped her tears and stood, but her worry only deepened. "But my dad…"

"I’ve only seen him once in the last two days," Molly said, her voice trembling. "Wiona, they… they hurt him…"

She couldn’t go on, and it was clear Adler’s situation was bad.

Wiona’s eyes flicked to the burly man nearby, who glared at the people across from him. He was running out of patience, slamming his fist on the table. "What’s taking so long? Is this the Schmidt family way of doing things?"

"Next time you come to the West End, don’t expect a warm welcome."

The other man barely glanced up, his tone lazy, "Relax. We were never supposed to let this guy go. We’re already letting him go for Eason’s sake. You should be grateful we cleaned him up before showing him to you."

"Otherwise, we’d risk scaring the young lady who’s so desperate to see him."

Wiona caught the malice in his eyes. Her heart sank.

When they finally brought Adler in, he was unconscious. His clothes were clean, but his face was battered and bruised. He was barely recognizable.

"Do you have proof otherwise?"

"As far as Eason’s concerned, we kept our word, didn’t we?"

Their laughter turned cold. "We brought the people. Now get out."

"Or maybe we’ll change our minds. Maybe none of you will leave."

Dr. Monroe came back to Wiona’s side. "Wiona, he needs a hospital. Right now. If we wait… it’ll be too late."

Wiona knew she’d already pushed things as far as she could. She didn’t have power or connections here. Eason had done everything he could, all for the sake of a painting. That was as much help as she was going to get.

Eason couldn’t guarantee anything more on this territory.

The only thing that mattered now was getting everyone out.

She nodded, looking at the burly man. "Let’s go."

Wiona’s bodyguards moved fast. One lifted Adler onto his back, the other helped support him.

Dr. Monroe took Molly’s arm.

Wiona walked in the middle, her heart pounding as their group hurried toward the exit.

Eason’s three men led the way, strutting ahead without a care. But as they reached the door, something unexpected happened.