After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 1135 Murder Your Own Dad?

Chapter 1135 Murder your own dad?

Thinking back to her words yesterday about never breaking contact with Anthony, it still felt like an

invisible thorn in his heart.

Mavis opened her mouth, unsure of how to explain herself, so she changed the subject. "That's not

important. Just focus on resting. Oh, and I bought the porridge you used to love on my way here today.

I waited in line for a long time, so make sure you eat plenty."

Moore couldn't help but notice the evasiveness in her words but didn't want to upset her and pretended

not to notice.

The atmosphere between them seemed harmonious on the surface but internally they were both

struggling with their own thoughts.

In the VIP room next door:

"Did you see her bring breakfast into Moore's room?" Anthony asked Kane seriously.

He thought that after sleeping together in the hospital room yesterday afternoon, their relationship had

improved somewhat. Plus he had arranged for Moore's room to be right next door for convenience

sake. Yet, she still chose to visit him first which meant that Moore was more important than him in her

heart.

"Yes," Kane replied indignantly. "I specifically arranged his room next door so we could keep an eye on

him... I mean care for him."

Kane grumbled discontentedly.

He had been running around until midnight just to get Moore transferred to another room.

Don't ask why it was so troublesome. It was because Anthony was afraid of being falsely accused

again. He insisted that Kane personally witness Moore falling asleep in the VIP ward bed before RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

leaving.

Anthony's face turned cold and angry as if he was suppressing his rage - making Kane too scared to

approach him any closer.

"Mr. Callahan," Kane continued hastily trying calm things down a bit, "Well, Moore is still an outsider

after all. Mrs. Callahan will definitely have to put on a show in front of outsiders. Once the act is done,

she will surely come to see you!"

Ten minutes passed without Mavis arriving; twenty minutes passed without any sign of Mavis; they

waited a whole hour and there wasn't even anyone knocking at their door let alone Mavis coming by.

Kane tapped his fingers nervously against the armrests of his chair as each second ticked by making

him more anxious by the minute.

"You said earlier that she would definitely come?" Anthony questioned darkly almost scaring Kane out

of his wits just then with how intense he sounded.

"Don't worry Mr. Callahan! I'll go check!" Kane rushed out of the hospital ward like lightning only

returning dejectedly less than a minute later saying, "Mrs. Callahan is still over there."

Anthony rubbed his forehead. Was it really so hard to leave Moore's room? What kind of magic did that

room have?

He then placed a hand over his heart and instructed Kane, "Go call the doctor. Tell them my heart

doesn't feel right and I need my blood pressure checked."

Kane frowned, "You're trying to fake being sick again just to get Mrs. Callahan to come over? If you

keep doing this, it'll become like the boy who cried wolf."

Anthony remained silent.

Meanwhile, next door in the hospital room, Mavis sat absentmindedly peeling an apple.

For some reason, holding the apple reminded her of touching Anthony yesterday...

She groaned inwardly. When would she be able to forget about that embarrassing incident?

If only she hadn't gone into that man's hospital bed yesterday... then she wouldn't have done something

so humiliating.

But really, it was all Anthony's fault for sleeping with her and not letting her touch his butt!

Lost in thought, Mavis finally found a flimsy excuse for herself, "Moore... your butt is peeled."

She handed him the apple without realizing what she had said.

"Butt?" Moore stared at her hand holding out the apple with confusion.

Did he break a bone somewhere that affected his hearing too?

"No... apple," Mavis corrected herself quickly.

It was all because of that guy! He always made her lose focus!

The silence in the hospital room became deafening as they both felt awkward about what had just

happened.

"Moore," Mavis spoke up after a moment of silence. "There's something I want to discuss with you.

Your body needs rest but our company also needs someone here taking care of things. So I think I

should go back to Bostrain first."

Mavis's eyes glimmered with determination.

The matters at the company were delayed, and Moore had also considered things. It was best for

Mavis to handle things personally by going back.

Besides, by leaving, she would naturally be farther away from Anthony.

It could be considered a good thing.

"Alright, given my current condition, I can't move. Otherwise, I would definitely go back with you. Now I

can only trouble you, Mavis."

Moore continued to place the utmost trust and support in her, without a hint of hesitation.

"While I'm away, I will hire a group of bodyguards to ensure your safety. After all, we still don't know

who was behind your abduction, as NIB hasn't provided any results yet."

Mavis earnestly made these arrangements.

Moore watched as Mavis planned everything out meticulously; he realized how much she had grown

these past few years- no longer needing him by every step anymore…

At the moment, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

"When will NIB come up with their findings? It doesn't make a difference, anyway. Thanks to Anthony's

help, I'll be lying in bed for a long time and won't be able to move."

There was a hint of sarcasm and indifference in his words.

He still doubted Anthony.

Mavis opened her mouth to explain, but she was afraid that the two of them would argue again like

yesterday, so she didn't say much.

After all, she cannot produce any evidence and can only speculate. Saying more will only add to

Moore's troubles.

After Moore closed his eyes to rest, she quietly walked out of the ward and sat on a bench in the

corridor, looking at her phone.

"The fastest flight of Bostrain will be tomorrow."

She murmured to herself and didn't stop her hands, and in a moment she had bought the plane ticket.

She had just bought it and Kane received the news in seconds.

"Mr. Callahan, Mrs. Callahan is leaving."

"Where to?"

"Return to Bostrain."

Anthony furrowed his brow.

Although it can be guessed that she was going to take care of the company, will she not come back

once she went?

"When is the flight ticket?"

"Tomorrow."

"Notify the flight department that all planes are to be grounded tomorrow morning."

"Mr. Callahan, this may only be delayed for a while. If Mrs. Callahan is determined to return to Bostrain,

we cannot let the airline keep its doors closed forever."

Kane analyzed the situation rationally and believed that the problem needed to be solved from its root.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment as Anthony pondered deeply, his face gradually returning to its

usual coldness.

"Go pick up Alistair from kindergarten."

Now only his beloved son can help him out.

Before long, Kane returned with the little guy and two big bags of snacks in his hands. It seemed that

on the way back, the little one had tricked Kane again.

"Daddy, where are you hurt this time?"

Alistair flapped his little legs and crawled onto Anthony's sickbed, his bright blue eyes filled with

concern as he played out a scene of filial piety between father and son.

"Minor injury."

"Is it?"

Alistair tilted his head and slyly winked. The next second, he leaned to the side and intentionally quickly

pressed his left hand against Anthony's chest.

"Hiss--"

A muffled grunt of pain escaped Anthony as he hunched his back, taking a couple of seconds to ease

the fiery ache around his chest wound.

Immediately following, the little brat received a stern look from his own father, "Alistair, are you plotting

to murder your own dad?"