We will always try to update and open chapters as soon as possible every day. Thank you very much, readers, for always following the website!

My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball

Chapter 1630
  • Background
    Font family
    Font size
    Line hieght
    Full frame
    No line breaks
  • Next Chapter

Chapter 1630 President Lawrence Came To Us

After telling Lucian and Nox to take good care of Estie, Byron hung up the phone.

A sudden silence enveloped him.

The ward was deserted.

Byron looked down at the people on the hospital bed.

What Nox said just now reminded him of the time their little family of five dined in the restaurant that night.

Compared with the current situation, the hole in his heart made things even more difficult to bear.

"Rosalie, when will you...wake up?"

Byron gently rubbed Rosalie's face with his fingertips, relying on the familiar smell of Rosalie's body to calm the fury

in his heart.

'Xander Lancer!

'What the hell did he do to this little woman?

'If something happened to Rosalie, I would have the entire Lancer family buried with her!’

For a whole night, Byron stayed awake and stood guard in front of the hospital bed.

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

Right now, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was full of suppressed anger. He looked like Hades who had

crawled out of hell.

Byron waited until noon was approaching and could not wait any longer.

He kissed Rosalie on the lips, got up, and strode out of the ward.

Outside the advanced ward, several experts and researchers were discussing intensely.

"Is there any result?" Byron glanced at them imposingly.

Nobody expected him to come out. They were collectively startled. After being quiet for a while, they shook their

heads in fear.

Barely a few hours, but President Lawrence was even scarier than he looked before!

They just could not bear it anymore...

"Useless, all of you!’ Byron reprimanded them coldly, with a terrifying aura emanating from him.

Everyone was shocked again.

Before they could react, Byron strode out suddenly.

"Pr...President Lawrence, where are you going?’

The director came in from the outside. He saw Byron's expression and shuddered before asking him.

Byron's footsteps paused, and he ordered in a cold voice, "I need to step out for a while. Take care of her. If

anything happens to her, I will hold you accountable!” 1

With that, he left without looking back.

He could not wait any longer!

'I must ask Xander in person! What the hell did he do?!’

After leaving the hospital, Byron drove directly to the Lancer Ancestral Residence.

"President Lawrence?"

The Lancer family butler thought it was Xander who had returned, so he quickly greeted him.

He was suddenly dumbfounded when he saw who got out of the car.

The Lancers and the Lawrences have never worked with each other, so why would Byron, a business giant, come

over suddenly?

"Where's Xander?" Byron asked him expressionlessly.

The housekeeper's heart tightened as he realized that the visitor was unfriendly, and quickly said, "The young

master is not here. Please wait a moment, I will go in and report."

As he said that, he wanted to turn around to ask the old man's permission.

Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

Byron paid no attention to his words at all and walked straight inside.

"President Lawrence! You can't do this!"

The butler nervously followed behind him. He dared not stop him physically, so he could only call out to him

repeatedly.

Byron turned a deaf ear. There were only thoughts of Rosalie lying on the hospital bed.

Today he must get an explanation from Xander!

"President Lawrence! President Lawrence...”

In the back garden, Old Master Lancer was watering the flowers when he suddenly heard the butler's panicked

voice. The old man stopped in doubt.

'President Lawrence? Do you mean Byron Lawrence?

'Why is that kid here?'

The Lancer family and the Lawrence family have never met each other. There was only one incident that involved

two business frictions, and the Lawrences won in the end.

'Is there any reason for Byron to come to our door?'