President Williams Woos His Ex-wife Again

Chapter 25 Just Like Her Dear One

“Did my young uncle know you’re such a nasty woman?”

‘Nasty? I’m always nasty,’ thought Beth.

Everything he did was to humiliate her, to torment her!

Now her face was paper white. She bit her lips hard, unable to scream for the pain she was suffering.

The pain caused by uterine cancer was far from bearable, and she was bleeding.

“Well,” said Aaron, leaning close to her and he said in his cold voice, “Where did you have this

operation? It must have cost you a lot, making yourself a virgin again!”

He pushed her away almost violently and clasped her thin neck.

‘Is she here to find him tonight, or is she here to flirt with other rich boys? She even had an operation

for this. Is she trying to deceive other men to save her brother?’

Beth was stunned. A second later, her tears burst out her eyes.

‘An operation? He thought I bleed because of having such operations to turn myself back to a virgin?’

She laughed with self-deprecation and misery. Aaron had really overestimated her. Where could she

get money for that? She couldn’t even afford her medicine, and her brother was still suffering in prison.

Beth endured the pain spread to her heart, and stared at him stubbornly, “Now that we’re divorcing,

why can’t I find other men?”

Aaron knew that he was supposed to be angry with her, but he was astounded by her words. He felt

terror pervading his heart.

‘She's really going to find other men!’

Fury had taken hold of his mind. He lifted his foot and stepped hard on her bloody knee. “Kathy got

blind and disfigured because of you! Now you’re finding other men?” he looked cruel, “Beth, you don’t

deserve happiness. If you seduce other men, I’ll chop off your feet!”

As his voice fell, he stepped harder on her knee. Beth was squirming and quivering on the ground,

“Ah!”

‘It’s so painful!’

Aaron looked like a demon. He retrieved his foot, and said to her coldly, “Get out!”

Beth’s knee was stabbed and wouldn’t stop bleeding. She was getting unconscious.

“My brother! You promised to save him.” She begged him with her red eyes.

Aaron sneered, “Of course I’ll save him. Otherwise, how can I use his cornea to save Kathy?” “You!”

yelled Beth madly. “If you don’t disappear now, you’ll never see him again.” Aaron threatened her

coldly. He had no desire to cast one more eye on this nasty woman.

‘She married me for my fortune, but now she’s betraying me? Am I a doll for her to play with? She

deserves punishment.’

Though being in great pain, Beth dared not to piss Aaron off in order to save her brother. ‘As long as he

comes out, I will save him somehow.’

Beth rose and limped out. She walked for a while, but finally she couldn’t withstand the pain. It made

her leg so weak that she fell down. However, she didn’t feel any pain, but warm and broad arms of a

man. She could sense familiar smell from this man with her last bit of consciousness.

This fall seemed to take her back to the old days, when she jumped into the arms of a teenage boy

from the cherry tree. It felt so warm and happy.

“Are you…OK?”

In a trance, she heard the low voice of the man in front of her. She tried hard to open her eyes but

couldn’t. The pain in her belly blurred her vision. ‘Who is him?’ Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

The teenage boy was supposed to be Aaron, but why this man sounded like her old love, “It hurts…”

She closed her eyes slowly, but her tears kept falling down. “My dear, I feel pain.” Her vision blackened.

His voice and his face all vanished. She passed out in his arms in tears.

After torturing Beth in the room, Aaron made a call to release Jacky. He lost the interest of playing with

other rich boys, because as long as he closed his eyes, he could see Beth’s beautiful face. He tore off

his tie and walked out.

‘That crazy woman must still be nearby. I wasn’t supposed to worry about her,’ thought Aaron, but he

just wanted to find her. He found himself an excuse he must find her and torture her for Kathy and Mrs.

Johnson.

When he walked to the door, he stepped on something. He looked down at it, confusing. Someone had

dropped a necklace here. Aaron bent down to pick it up, stunned. Though the necklace looked

common, there was a man’s photo on it.

Aaron drew it closer, his eyebrows furrowed, ‘Mark?’ It was his uncle, or to be precise, Mark in his teen

years. He had just returned to the Williams family at that time.

‘Mark’s necklace?’ Aaron fidgeted it in his hand, staring at Mark’s photo, ‘Is him insane, putting his

photo on a necklace?’ But he didn’t care. They had never interfered with each other.

After he walked out, he threw it into the trash bin and left without looking back.