The Divorcee Amazed the World

Watching Willis’ car speeding towards her, Susan was instantly dumbfounded.

Instinctively, she opened her mouth wide and let out a sharp scream, “Ah!”

Her mind screamed to move away, to escape, but her legs went weak, soft like cooked noodles. She couldn’t take a single step.

Thud!

She collapsed on the ground, sitting in shock.

Frozen in place, her body trembling like autumn leaves.

As Willis’ car approached closer and closer, she tried to escape but couldn’t, closing her eyes in fear.

The sound of the car wheels rubbing against the ground became clearer.

Susan anticipated blood and pain, but it didn’t come. Instead, a screeching sound of brakes, sharp and piercing, echoed!

One after another, a series of high-pitched noises!

Upon opening her eyes, Susan saw another car abruptly appearing, blocking Willis’ car.

She was temporarily safe.

Relieved, Susan realized her heart was pounding violently, sounding like drums beating.

Her clothes were soaked through with sweat.

She tried to stand up, but her legs were shaking so much she couldn’t. Crawling was the only option.

Rolling and crawling, she reached the pedestrian crossing on the side of the road.

With hands and feet working together, she crawled towards her villa, shouting, “Help, help!”

Her disheveled appearance resembled a beggar with a broken leg begging on the street.

The path she crawled left a winding trail of wet marks.

Her own urine.

She had wet herself in fear!

Willis pushed open the car door and stepped out, walking towards the car blocking his way. He knocked on the car window forcefully with his fingers.

The window slowly rolled down.

Revealing a face with a slightly darker complexion, cold and firm features.

It was Jay.

Willis frowned, “What are you doing? Why are you blocking my car?”

Jay opened the door and got out, saying, “You’re too impulsive. Let me handle Susan for you.”

Willis sneered, “I’m seeking revenge for my wife and child. I don’t need your intervention.”

Jay looked at him sincerely, “Before returning to the country, I spent five years in the Special Abilities Unit, dealing with tricky cases. I have a certain anti-investigation ability. Dealing with Susan is more suitable for me. We have no conflicts, and even if something happens to her, the police won’t suspect me. It’s different for you. If something happens to her, you’ll be the prime suspect.”

Willis remained stubborn, “I’ll handle my own revenge.”

Jay gently smiled, “A few months ago, Susan’s hand was injured in her home underground parking lot. Your figure was captured by the police from the surveillance footage.”

“I deliberately left that as a warning for Susan, but she healed quickly and forgot the pain.”

Willis persisted, “No need. I’ll take care of my own grudges.”

Jay tugged at the corner of his lips, “At times like this, it’s not about who is capable. I found out that Grace meets with a man named Klein every one or two months. Klein used to be in criminal investigation and is now the deputy director of the Coastal Sub-Bureau. This accident is well-executed, and it’s definitely related to Klein. You have connections in the police department; use them to investigate him. I just returned to the country and have no connections here. Let’s collaborate without distinguishing importance.”

Willis softened his expression slightly.

After a moment of contemplation, he asked Jay, “Can you guarantee that you’ll handle things cleanly without leaving any evidence?”

Seeing his concern, Jay smiled faintly, “I hold a foreign nationality, and even if I’m suspected, the embassy will protect me. As a last resort, if they trace it back to me, I can escape the country. You’re different; your family is here.”

Willis, with dark eyes, looked at him, “Why are you helping me?”

Jay remained silent, lowering his eyelashes to conceal the true emotions in his eyes.

Willis, in a low voice, asked, “Even if you help me, I won’t give Helena to you.”

Jay wryly smiled.

Next, he did something that surprised Willis.

He walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, “Go back. She needs you now.”

After saying that, Jay opened the car door, got in, started the car, and turned around.

Willis watched his car gradually moving away.

He suddenly realized that he might never have truly understood Jay.

He could have just revealed his identity, and Helena would have recognized him.

But he didn’t.

He silently guarded Helena from the shadows, asking for nothing.

No expectations, no fame, no gain, and not even Helena’s gratitude.

A truly strange person, unlike anyone Willis had ever encountered.

Willis opened the car door.

Bending down, he sat in the car.

He called his assistant, instructing, “Hire a few professional private investigators to track Klein. Keep it discreet, don’t let them be detected. That guy used to be in criminal investigation, and he’s cunning. Once you find useful information, report directly to the higher-ups.”

“Understood, Mr. Santana.”

Willis hung up the phone and started the car.

He returned to the hospital.

Carrying bags of groceries, he entered the ward.

Opening the large bag of sanitary napkins, he said to Helena, “I don’t know which one you use, so I randomly picked a few. Use whichever you like, and throw away the ones you don’t.”

Helena’s nose felt a sting as she looked at him, “Don’t be so good to me in the future.”

Every time he was good to her, she couldn’t help but soften.

Being soft, she couldn’t bear to divorce him.

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Willis lowered his eyelashes slightly, saying calmly, “It’s okay. Divorce if you want. After the divorce, we’ll still be relatives. Former spouses are direct relatives in legal terms, and I have the right to treat you well.”

Helena covered her nose with her hand.

Feeling even more emotional, she looked at him, “Don’t be so good to me.”

Willis gently bent down to hug her.

He held this gentle and slender woman very small and soft, like his own child.