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Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 165
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Chapter 157 At the hospital entrance, Charlotte paced impatiently, growing increasingly frustrated until she finally saw Hugo approaching. He looked disheveled, unsteady on his feet, and his mind seemed elsewhere.

"What took you so long? Did you get it? Did you manage to get it?" she demanded, her tone sharp and urgent. But Hugo only stared blankly at her, lost in his own world, which sparked Charlotte's anger. She slapped him hard across the face.

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"Answer me! Speak!" Hugo snapped back to reality, his eyes vacant, as he mumbled incoherently, "She doesn't wantanymore... my sister, she doesn't want me..." He couldn't shake the image of his sister's bloodshot eyes filled with deep-seated hatred and disgust. She had never looked at him like that before. Never.

Did she really hate him now? The thought made Hugo's heart ache, his eyes reddening with unshed tears. He had a sudden urge to rush back upstairs and explain, yet the memory of Eugene's threats held him back. Eugene was terrifying, as dangerous and intimidating as his brother-in-law. Hugo was genuinely scared.

Seeing this, Charlotte realized things hadn't gone as planned. Anger flared within her, and she twisted Hugo's ear, ready to slap him again in public.

"What a useless fool! You can't do anything right except look good. If it weren't for his sister marrying into power and wealth, why would I bother with him?" she thought bitterly. "A sick woman in a hospital bed and a mere child -how hard could it be to deal with them? Just a few threats and the money should have been ours! Useless!" Hugo remained in a daze, not even flinching at the threat of another slap. But before Charlotte could land it, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Irritated, she pulled back her hand, jabbing at the screen, eager to see who dared message her when she was in such a foul mood.

The message jolted her like a bolt of electricity: "I know what you truly desire, Charlotte Harvey." Charlotte Harvey? Whoever sent this knew her real name, and that meant they knew she was the illegitimate daughter of the Harvey family. But who? Someone from the Harvey family? Impossible! She checked the number-only to find an untraceable string of digits, a virtual number. When she tried to call back, it was a dead line.

Just then, another message arrived. This time, it was a photo. It showed a middle-aged woman in a hospital gown, her face gaunt, tubes protruding from her body as she lay unconscious on a hospital bed.

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"Mom..." Charlotte's face went ashen, her hands trembling so violently she nearly dropped the phone. Her knees felt weak, barely able to support her.

She wasn't naive. She understood immediately that she was being threatened. With shaky fingers, she managed to type out a response, "Who are you? What do you want? If you dare hurt my mom, the Harvey family won't let you off!" The reply cswiftly, mocking: "Would the Harvey family acknowledge you?" Charlotte's face turned ghostly pale, silent and defeated. If Charles had ever intended to recognize her as his daughter, she and her mother wouldn't have been left out in the cold, struggling all these years. Her mother wouldn't have mysteriously fallen from a building, becoming a coma patient, kept alive only by costly medical machines.

If it weren't illegal, Charles probably would have wished her and her om mother dead to avoid stirring up trouble with his jealous wife, Mrs.

Harvey. Recognition? That was a fantasy. But who could this person be, knowing so much about her and the Harvey family's secrets? Charlotte sent another message, "Stop hiding in the shadows. Who are you, and what do you want?"

There was no immediate reply. She paced back and forth, anxiety m gnawing at her,enti her phone rang again. This time, it was her mother's doctor. "Miss Brown, your mother's condition has worsened. She experienced sudden respiratory failure..."

Panic gripped her heart as she fumbled to call back. The moment the line connected, she asked breathlessly, "Dr. Liam, what happened to my mom? How is she now?"