Chasing His Runaway Wife

Chapter 110

“What do you mean?” Naomi was taken aback, trying to hide her guilt. Suddenly, she burst into loud

sobs. “Malcolm, the doctor said our baby is healthy. I’ve seen on TV that many women who had fallen

down the stairs, had turned out fine I thought our child would be okay too. I really regret it…”

“You regret it, so you insist it was Tabitha who harmed you?” Malcolm interrupted.

“Malcolm, believe me. I just wanted you to distance yourself from Tabitha. I didn’t expect to lose the

baby… I was so sad and desperate at that moment, so I thought of dragging Tabitha down with me,”

Naomi quickly explained.

Malcolm frowned and suppressed the uncontrollable disgust within him.

He had known Naomi since his youth. In a kidnapping ordeal before, when they managed to escape

but were pursued by a group of feral dogs, he narrowly escaped a life–threatening situation where his

neck almost got bitten.

Despite having successfully escaped, Naomi turned back, dismissing all concerns, and confronted the

wild dogs, rescuing his life but suffering a bite to her own arm in the process.

It was because of that incident that he had been grateful to her all those

years.

But what Naomi did had nullified all the life–saving gratitude she once bestowed upon him and worn

away the little patience he had left.

He wanted nothing more than to call the police immediately and send her to prison.

But not at that moment.

Malcolm forced himself to suppress the anger welling up within him.

When he opened his eyes again, the disgust in his eyes had been replaced by gentleness. He asked

tentatively, “Janitor, nurse, did you arrange all of them? How could a girl like you do such things?”

Malcolm’s tone softened even further, “Tell me, who taught you to do this?”

Ceasing her tears, Naomi pondered for a moment before suddenly breaking into a more sorrowful cry.

“No one taught me. I picked it up from watching TV.”

Malcolm could hardly conceal the coldness in his heart, and said with a cold expression, “Naomi, you

tried to frame Tabitha, but you ended up hurting yourself as well. I am very disappointed in you. You

should reflect on your actions. I’ll leave now. I’ll come back to visit when I have time.”

Naomi panicked and hurriedly grabbed him. “Malcolm, don’t go! Have you figured out who it is? Will

you call the police and arrest him?

Naomi dared not expose Emmanuel, dreading a grim fate for herself. Furthermore, if Malcolm were to

uncover Emmanuel’s involvement, she wouldn’t fare any better. So, she wanted to test if Malcolm had

discovered anything.

Malcolm could probably guess what she was thinking and looked at her disappointedly. “Naomi, I

always thought you were an innocent girl. If no one misled you from behind, you wouldn’t have turned

this bad.”

“After all, you once saved my life. Even though the child is lost, I hope you can turn over a new leaf and

not continue down this wrong path, Malcolm continued.

Naomi, under the affectionate gaze of Malcolm, almost blurted out the truth.

However, the image of Emmanuel’s insincere smile flashed in her mind, giving her a cold shiver.

“Malcolm, I was wrong. Can you give me another chance?”

Malcolm stared at her intently, as if finally believing her words. He sighed, “You are in poor health. Don’t

cry anymore.”

Following that, he grabbed a thermos and fetched her some warm water. Then, he had someone bring

in a bouquet of flowers, placing them in a

vase.

After finishing everything, he remarked, “Have a good rest. I’ll come by again when I have the time.”

Naomi couldn’t help but feel touched and delighted to witness Malcolm recovering his warmth and

affection.

She nodded quickly. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

Malcolm waited for several seconds, and after ensuring that Naomi wouldn’t divulge the answer he

sought despite his gentle care, only then did he walk out slowly.

At the end of the corridor not far from the ward, Alaric stood there, his gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny

as he looked at Malcolm with a cold. expression.

Malcolm frowned slightly. “Grandpa, why are you here?”

Alaric snorted lightly, not answering but instead questioning, “What are you doing here?”

Malcolm candidly replied, “I came to check on Naomi.”

“Come with me,” Alaric stated.

Alaric and Malcolm returned to his ward, closed the door tightly, and stationed George outside to stand

guard.

Malcolm sensed that something significant was happening and couldn’t help but ask, “Grandpa, what’s

going on?”

“When Tabitha was fourteen, her parents had an accident and both passed away. Do you remember?”

Alaric asked.

Malcolm lowered his head and said, “Yes, I remember.”

He still remembered the time when Alaric took him to pay respects to Raphael and Meghan, and had

him kneel before their memorial, bowing, three times.

“Do you know who is responsible for the death of Tabitha’s parents?” Alaric inquired further.

Malcolm frowned and he did not respond right away.

“It was Naomi who killed them.” Alaric hammered the ground with his walking cane, his expression

intense. “Tabby was afraid that I would be sad, so she never told me about it. But surely you wouldn’t

be unaware, would you? How can you continue to be involved with that woman?”

Malcolm bowed his head and expressed, “Grandpa, it’s my fault. I’ll make sure to treat Tabitha better in

the future.” Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Alaric’s gaze held a mixture of emotions. “Yet you went to accompany Naomi just now? That woman is

deceitful and malicious. Are you still reluctant to leave her? Malcolm, turn back now, or one day, you’ll

regret it beyond measure.”

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