The Return Of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife (Joanna)

Chapter 692 Bruce was well aware of the incident, and a dark, smug glint flashed across his eyes. However, he remained calm and unaffected on the surface.

Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to have his own men carry out such an act. Instead, he took matters into his own hands and hired individuals from a gang to teach Marlowe Yanice a lesson.

After attacking Marlowe, the thugs had already taken their money and fled the country overnight.

It was nearly impossible for the police to track them down, even if a report was filed.

“The security in Greyport is getting worse and worse. Just thinking about it makes me afraid. After you're discharged from the hospital, let's immigrate to a safer country abroad.” “We should find a country with better security and environment to lead a peaceful life.” Joanna was still frightened by the recent events. She kept praying for the safety of the people around her.

Little did she know that Bruce was the one who had orchestrated the attack.

When Bruce heard this, he could not help but chuckle.

Women were simply timid. They would get afraid of the slightest things.

Therefore, he could not let her discover all the things he had done.

Hearing Bruce's inexplicable laugh, Joanna stared at him suspiciously. “What's so funny?” Bruce quickly concealed the cunning glint in his eyes and replied, “Wifey, I'm thirsty. | want water...” “Oh, okay.” Joanna quickly got up and poured a glass of warm water before carefully bringing it to his lips.

“Be careful while drinking. Don’t choke.” “Mm-hmm. Thank you, wifey.” Bruce pretended to be silly and innocent.

He believed in the principle of an eye for an eye.

While he initially didn’t want to have any further involvement with Marlowe, the latter had nearly cost him his life.

Naturally, he had to seek revenge.

Meanwhile, Marlowe's surgery continued in a tense atmosphere.

Marcus and his personal secretary also wore worried expressions.

“Sigh, this child is a pain in the arse. | knew he would get into trouble, but | never expected it to be this serious.” “It's all my fault for not raising him properly. I've let his mother down!” As Marcus spoke, his eyes turned red. He subconsciously took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with a handkerchief.

At over sixty years old, he could be considered a senior citizen.

Although the Yanice family was slightly inferior to the Everett family, they were still a prestigious and well-established family in Greyport. Unfortunately, all of his three sons were good-for-nothings.

As a result, even though he was in his sixties, he did not dare to retire as his family did not have a suitable successor.

His eldest son, Marlowe, had a difficult temperament and seemed mentally unstable. Handing over the company to him was undoubtedly a risky proposition.

Although his second son had a gentle personality, he had issues with his love life. He refused to enter any romantic relationships and often dressed femininely, which annoyed Marcus to no end.

As for his third son, there was little hope. Despite being young, he got involved with drugs and had already been sent to rehab three times. Unfortunately, it had proven ineffective, leaving Marcus incredibly distressed.

He couldn't understand why he, with all his success, had raised three incapable sons.

On the other hand, the Everett family had Bruce, who was an exceptional sole heir. He skillfully managed the family business and led it to thrive.

“Mr. Yanice, you can’t be so hard on yourself. You've also put in a lot of effort.” “President Yanice has a strong personality. He needs to be taught slowly.” “Sigh...” Marcus's face darkened as he let out a deep sigh.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Yanice! President Yanice will be fine.” Marcus took another deep breath. “I hope so.” He was really distressed about his eldest son.

If it weren't for the fact that Marlowe was his own flesh and blood, he would prefer not to even look at him.

The surgery lasted for 17 to 18 hours before it finally ended.

“Ding!” The lights in the operating room were finally turned off.

The doctors and nurses walked out of the operating room with exhausted expressions.

Seeing this, Marcus quickly approached them with concern and asked, “Doctor, how is my son?” Mr. Clayton wore a solemn expression and said, “The patient's wound has been treated, but he hasn't regained consciousness yet.” “He has been transferred to the intensive care unit for further observation.” “You must do your best to heal my son.” “Mr. Yanice, don’t worry. We'll do our best.” “However, you have to be mentally prepared. The patient's condition is not optimistic. We can only try our best to treat him.” “Alright, | understand,” Marcus replied wearily.

Marlowe had been stabbed fifteen times in total.

He suffered two severed tendons in his hand, five stab wounds in his chest, and three on his head. The most fatal blow was the slash on his neck, which narrowly missed a major artery.

After the surgery, his left leg was barely saved, but the lower leg bone on his right leg was crushed and required amputation.

This incident served as a painful lesson for Marlowe.

Whether he could be as fortunate as Bruce and recover from the brink of death would depend on his fate.

As time passed, Bruce stayed in the hospital for another week until his wounds were mostly healed.

He was finally discharged and allowed to return home.

In the doctor's office, Mr. Clayton conducted another examination for Bruce.

“Mr. Everett, you can be discharged now. Remember to come back for follow-up appointments on time.” “Don't stop taking these medications; continue to take them as prescribed daily.” Joanna listened attentively to the doctor's instructions. “Alright, understood. Is there anything else we need to know?” “When you have free time, engage in brain-stimulating games. It will be beneficial for Mr. Everett's cognitive recovery.” “Okay, got it.” “Very well! You can go ahead and complete the discharge procedures. In about a week, you can come back to the hospital to have the stitches removed.” “Thank you, doctor.”