When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 344

Latham was surprised at how quickly the drama in the livestream fizzled out. He sat there, eyebrows drawn together, scanning comment after comment. Was Elise really sick? The thought lingered in his mind.

“Raye, can you check Elise’s health situation for me?” he asked.

“On it, Latham,” Raye replied without hesitation.

With that settled, Latham didn’t waste a second. He headed straight home. He'd already messaged Linda, who told him Dorothea was doing alright and had gone to bed early.

When he walked through the door, Dorothea was just waking up, still a little groggy.

“You’re back already?” she asked, surprised.

Latham smiled at her. “I heard you got into a fight today. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Dorothea knew exactly what he meant—her argument with Walton earlier.

“It wasn’t really a fight. He’s just... unbelievably annoying. He doesn’t know when to quit.”

“Don’t worry about him,” Latham said, gently reassuring her. “He won’t bother you again.”

He hesitated, then added, “But what he said about your mom is true. She has late-stage lung cancer. The doctors say she’s got maybe three months left. Do you want to see her?”

Dorothea froze, caught off guard. She’d thought Walton was just making up excuses to get money out of her. She never imagined Elise was actually sick.

They weren’t wearing microphones, and Latham had made sure the bedroom cameras were turned off. It was just the two of them, sitting in the quiet.

Dorothea stared down at her hands, lost in thought. She didn’t want anything to do with Elise, but she never wanted this to happen either.

“I don’t know,” she whispered.

Latham sat down beside her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

Walton’s hands shook. “No, no, I swear I’ll pay you back. I just need more time. My niece’s husband is loaded. If I can get some money from him, I’ll pay off everything I owe.”

Teddy snorted. “That’s what you said three days ago. So where’s my money?”

Walton scrambled for his phone. “Wait, I got fifty thousand. I’ll pay you that first, okay? Just give me two more weeks.”

Teddy sneered. “Fifty thousand? Are you kidding me? What, you think we’re beggars?”

He nodded to his men. In an instant, two guys grabbed Walton and pinned him down. One of them yanked his right arm out in front of him.

A sharp blade flashed and came down hard.

Walton screamed in agony, rolling on the floor. Through the haze of pain, he saw his pinky finger lying there, covered in blood.

“That finger is your warning, Walton,” Teddy said, voice icy. “I’ll give you a little more time. One month. If I don’t see my money by then, you can go explain yourself to the grim reaper.”