Sir Your Ex wife is Already Dead
Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Sir, Your Ex-wife is Already Dead by Frida Hammond Chapter 10 David Berton

There was a knock on the door.

Owen stood at the door and looked at the scene in the room in surprise. He took a few steps back andsaid in a low voice, “Ms.

Larsen is awake.”

Giancarlo frowned even more and directly released Jazmine’s jaw. He said coldly to Owen, “Take goodcare of Ms. Gardner.”

“If she disappears…” Giancarlo’s cold gaze fell on Jazmine, and he said in a deep voice, “Submit allthe evidence about the

Gardner Group.”

After that, Giancarlo turned around and left.

Only Jazmine knelt there in the same position.

Owen could not bear to look at her. Jazmine used to be very proud, but now she looked pitiful for noreason.

“Ms. Gardner.” Owen stepped forward and reached out to support her, but Jazmine grabbed Owen’sarm and said with sincerity and pleading, “How is the Gardner Group now, and how is my father?”

Jazmine sobbed and trembled when she was helped up.

Owen sighed and whispered, “As long as you behave yourself, maybe Mr. Tapia won’t do anything.”

Giancarlo and Jazmine were a couple, but who knew that they would be at loggerheads?

Behave herself?

Jazmine forced a smile as if she was mocking herself. She whispered, “Do I have to behave myself andwait to have my organs taken away?”

After that, Jazmine didn’t say anything else. She just sat silently by the bed.

The door was closed.

Jazmine bit her lip and tried to remain calm. Her fingers trembled as she dialed the number. It was herbest friend, Jennie Fletcher. Jennie had gone on a vacation and would only return at the end of theyear.

“Hello,” Jennie said causally, and Jazmine broke down when she heard a familiar voice. Jazminesobbed and tried her best to suppress her pain.

Jennie instantly became anxious. “Jazmine? What’s going on? Don’t worry.”

After the phone was hung up, Jazmine sat there in the same posture.

“Ms. Gardner.” The nurse sounded panicked when the door was pushed open.

The nurse was scared. Jazmine lowered her head and realized that her wound was bleeding. Herhospital gown looked terrifying.

“Ms. Gardner, don’t move. The doctor will be here soon. I’ve called Mr. Tapia. Don’t move,” the nursesaid nervously.

But Jazmine was very calm. She looked up at the nurse blankly. “Where’s Giancarlo? Did he go toYoselin?”

The nurse did not speak, but the answer was clear.

Jazmine thought that she was nothing compared to Yoselin in Giancarlo’s eyes.

Jazmine forced a bitter smile. She had wanted to mock herself, but she lost too much blood andsuddenly blacked out. She only heard the nurse scream.

“Ms. Gardner!”

Meanwhile…

The phone vibrated, but no one answered it.

Yoselin got up from the bed and picked up the phone on the table. After a while, her face changed alittle.

Then Yoselin said indifferently, “He can’t go. If Ms. Gardner asks, just say…”

Yoselin paused, and her face turned a little sullen. She added, “Giancarlo is worried about me and iswith me.”

The phone was hung up.

When the door creaked open, Yoselin quickly deleted the call records and placed the phone on thetable.

“What’s wrong?” Giancarlo frowned.

Yoselin still held the phone. She remained calm and looked up. “It’s okay. I want to see the time now. Idon’t want to be in the hospital anymore. I want to go back.”

She bit the tip of her tongue, and her eyes turned red instantly. Yoselin indeed looked like she wasabout to cry.

“You will go back soon. Wait a little longer.” Sure enough, Giancarlo was distracted and walked toYoselin, comforting her

softly.

When Giancarlo reached out to rub Yoselin’s head, he suddenly thought of Jazmine who knelt on theground stubbornly just now. Giancarlo suddenly felt a tingling pain.

“Giancarlo?” Yoselin subconsciously looked up at him. When she saw that Giancarlo was obviouslydistracted, Yoselin’s face turned gloomy.

“Yes.” Giancarlo looked at Yoselin calmly and said in a hoarse voice, “I’ll take you back when yourcondition is stable.”

Yoselin silently pinched her palm, and her eyes were teary. She said softly, “I want to see Ms. Gardner.I heard that she donated her kidney to me.

“I’m a little worried about her.”

As she said this, Yoselin observed the change in Giancarlo’s expression. She pinched her palm hard,and her eyes were filled with tears.

Yoselin said casually, “A few days ago, I seemed to have seen the young master of the Berton family,David Berton, return home.” Yoselin added, “I remember that he had engaged with Ms. Gardner. Whenhe came back this time, I heard that he wanted to take her abroad…”

Before she could finish, Yoselin covered her mouth and looked at Giancarlo with panic. She saidapologetically, “I heard it from others. Maybe I heard it wrong.”

Yoselin didn’t change the topic until Giancarlo’s face turned much gloomier. “Recently, there was aproblem with the Gardner Group. They contacted me and wanted me to ask you for help.

“But I can’t make the decision. After all, I’m not a Tapia, and I don’t have a suitable identity.”

Yoselin gritted her teeth and mustered up her courage to say that.

She wanted to use this method to know Glancarlo’s attitude. How many years would she have to spendwaiting? She couldn’t

wait!

However, there was no response. In Yoselin’s eyes, Giancarlo looked handsome and perfect. But hisface was gloomy, and he seemed to have mixed feelings.

At that moment, Giancarlo’s expression frightened Yoselin, but Giancarlo changed his face quickly as ifit was just an illusion.

Yoselin was scared and wanted to speak, but Giancarlo said in a hoarse voice, “Take her abroad?”

Giancarlo’s hoarse voice seemed to carry a bit of ridicule. He said coldly, “The Berton family is still indanger. How can David bring her out?”

Giancarlo was calm, while his words were harsh.

Yoselin frowned and looked up at him, but she couldn’t tell what Giancarlo was thinking. Yoselinpinched her palm so hard and felt unwilling with hatred.

What did Giancarlo mean?

Did Giancarlo mean that…

From beginning to end, Giancarlo did not want to let Jazmine leave, even if they were divorced.

Why?