Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 153

Treyton sank into deep thought.

After pondering for a while, he shook his head.

“No. You should know that Dad is not young anymore. He was already well advanced in age when you were born. Lorelai has been trying all ways and means to get pregnant, but we never heard that she succeeded.”

Lorelai Sablich was Gwendolyn’s stepmother, who was only three years older than her. Lorelei and Gwendolyn could never get along. Whenever they crossed paths, it seemed inevitable that they would argue.

Gwendolyn thought hard for a moment.

She always had a strong feeling that the image of the little girl in her mind was somehow connected to how she ended up in Fairlake after losing her memory.

However, she could not remember anything about it.

Gwendolyn decided that she had to spend some time investigating that matter.

For the time being, she had to put it aside.

“Treyton, what did you do to that group of people last night?”

Treyton did not say anything.

By the time he got to the bridge that night, the situation had already concluded. Maverick had arrived with his men first.

Treyton then cleaned up the mess at the scene. He kept a few men alive and brought them back for interrogation.

After mulling over it, Treyton chose not to inform Gwendolyn that Maverick was present at the scene. “They hurt my sister, so I have to kill them to seek justice for you. I spared two of the men and locked them up. Once you’ve recovered, you can interrogate them and try to gather any relevant information.”

“All right.”

Gwendolyn placed the chicken soup on the table by the bed. She remembered vaguely that someone had saved her last night.

“Did you jump into the water to save me last night?”

The thought of that got Treyton all riled up.

By the time he arrived at the scene, Maverick had already jumped into the water.

When he carried Gwendolyn out of the water, Treyton noticed that the slits on both sides of her gown were torn. Treyton wondered if Maverick had done something inappropriate to her.

“Uh, yes, I did.” He looked away, somewhat uneasy.

Gwendolyn stared at Treyton, frowning. “Really? I remember someone kissing me and delivering air through my mouth so I could breathe.”

“What?”

Just as Treyton expected, Maverick had been up to no good.

Treyton berated himself for being too softhearted. He should have thrown Maverick into the water and let him freeze to death that night.

“You were not in the right state of mind then. You must be mistaken.”

Gwendolyn stared into his eyes. “Treyton, you’d better not lie to me.”

“Why would I deceive you? It’s true.” He looked up and met her gaze resolutely.

Gwendolyn knew her brother very well.

Even if she knew Treyton was not telling the truth, she would not be able to get any answers if he refused to say anything.

She then tried to ask him in a roundabout way, “What about Maverick? Where was he last night?”

“I have no idea where he went last night. He’s such an irresponsible guy. Natasha caused this mess, and it’s all because of him. Don’t bother about him. I’ve locked him up in Bay Villa so he can’t leave.”

Gwendolyn frowned. She was about to say something when Treyton picked up the bowl of soup, cutting her off.

“Here, Kiddo, drink up. Flora made the soup personally. Your injuries will heal faster if you drink it.”

Meanwhile, in the basement of Bay Villa, loud, intense coughing could be heard. It sounded severe and forceful, reverberating throughout the room eerily.

Maverick curled up on the cold floor. His eyes were dull and tired, looking like he was in a state of profound illness.

His face was ashen as a result of continuous coughing. He looked weary and exhausted.

His body was covered in a cold sweat, yet it felt excessively hot when touched.

Besides that, Maverick’s level of awareness was diminishing.

Elven had the closest relationship with him. However, he was in the hospital, recovering from his injuries.

Treyton had instructed William and Quinton to lock Maverick in the basement. They did not give him any water or food. There was not even a light in the room.

Maverick had been locked up in the basement for more than ten hours.