Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 72 - 71: All I Can Say is Sorry (10,000 Words Update, Seeking First Subscription) 3

Chapter 72: Chapter 71: All I Can Say is Sorry (10,000 Words Update, Seeking First Subscription) 3

Victor Jude also stepped forward: "No way, how do we know you won’t push Clara down when we’re not around."

"If I pushed her down, then I’d be a murderer.

I don’t need to become a criminal for someone who has nothing to do with me.

I still care about my future."

Without hesitation, Oliver Turner pulled Victor Jude and walked out.

As they walked, Victor Jude shouted, "Clara, if something feels wrong, just call for me, I’ll be waiting below the rooftop."

"Shut up, you’re really no help at all," Oliver Turner said as he pushed him out first.

Faye Townsend sat down directly on the ground, "Now there’s only the two of us left here.

If you jump down now, maybe I’d become a murderer.

You just heard Victor Jude’s words, if you die, he certainly won’t let me go."

Clara furrowed her brow, "What do you want to say to me."

"You’ve heard my story, about me and Hunter Warren."

"Of course." Clara raised an eyebrow, "You couldn’t hide it from others."

"I never intended to hide it from anyone.

Loving someone, persistently pursuing someone is not wrong.

Yes, I’m divorced now, and everyone’s looking at me with those mocking and entertained eyes.

But I don’t find this shameful.

On the contrary, I like the courage I had in the past.

If I hadn’t loved so crazily, I might not have grown so quickly."

Clara silently watched her.

"Clara, you know, I actually quite like you.

Because I think you’re a lot like me, very persistent.

Seeing your persistent love makes me feel very touched.

It’s just a pity, back then, I didn’t have the courage you have now, I didn’t dare to kill myself for him.

Because I knew very well my position in his heart.

From the beginning, I was the one who unilaterally put in feelings, I never thought of wanting anything in return from him.

As long as he stayed by my side, as long as he gave me a smile, as long as... he showed care by asking me a question, I could be excited for days.

Like an idiot, right.

That’s what you told me when you saw me today, right.

You love Director Turner, you could even die for him.

As long as he’s happy, you can give him to me."

Clara gritted her teeth, "I did say that, but I know he won’t be happy with you.

Because you don’t love him.

If you don’t love him, how can he be happy.

So I won’t give him to you in any case.

If you’re trying to persuade me to let him go, then don’t even think about it.

I just want him to be happy."

"Yes, you’re right, I don’t love him, so I never thought about being with him."

"Really?"

Faye nodded, "I have no reason to lie to you.

I’m telling you this now just to remind you that love should be fair.

It doesn’t matter who gives more or who gives less.

The important thing is that both people must truly love each other.

Only mutual love is equal and fair.

The relationship between you and Oliver Turner is the same as my relationship with Hunter Warren.

We are both fools, both stubbornly putting love into a place where it isn’t reciprocated.

The balance of love has tilted, and seeking love through threats like this will get you nowhere."

After Faye finished speaking, she stood up and slowly walked towards her, "If you trust me, give me your hand and come down."

"Don’t come over, are you... are you lying to me?"

Faye’s eyes were a bit wet, "Why would I lie to you?

You know, I really admire your courage.

After the divorce, do you know how many times I’ve wanted to come to a place like this to end it all?

Truly countless times.

Because that wound was too painful, it would never heal.

No matter when I look, that wound eternally bleeds, reminding me of how much of a failure I am in love.

Don’t be foolish, if he doesn’t love you, even if you die, he still won’t love you.

At most, he might remember you for a lifetime.

But what good is that kind of remembrance?

Really hold on till the next life?

There’s no such thing as the next life in this world, it’s all nonsense, all flowery talk."

Faye’s tears softened Clara a bit.

Her mind cleared significantly, and she couldn’t deny that Faye’s words were as sharp as knives.

Each one seemed to touch her heart deeply.

If she hadn’t gone through such pain, how could she say such things?

Just as she was about to say something, Faye quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her down.

She lost her balance and fell downwards.

Faye was right before her, and she lunged at Faye, causing both to fall to the ground.

Clara’s scream attracted the two men outside the rooftop.

Seeing the two of them fall, Victor Jude hurried forward to help Clara up: "Clara, are you alright?"

Meanwhile, Faye lay on her side curled up on the ground, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

Seeing something wrong with her, Oliver Turner hurriedly crouched down to hold her: "Faye, Faye, what’s wrong."

"Stomach... my stomach..."

Then, standing there, Clara suddenly shouted: "Blood, Uncle Oliver, she’s bleeding."

Oliver Turner looked down, saw the blood beneath Faye, and angrily shouted at Clara.

"Look at what you’ve done, if anything happens to her, I won’t forgive you."

He scooped Faye up in his arms and ran out of the rooftop.

Clara stepped quickly to follow, and Oliver Turner turned back: "No following."

"Uncle Oliver, let me see her, I... I didn’t mean it."

"Shut up, if you dare take another step, I’ll throw you down from here."

Seeing the rage in Oliver’s eyes, Victor grabbed Clara: "Clara, listen to your uncle."

Once Oliver Turner left, Clara turned and shook off Victor Jude, shouting: "What are you doing.

Why are you stopping me from going after them.

If something happens to Faye... what will I do?

Why is she bleeding, she’s pregnant, she must be pregnant."

Clara knelt down, pulling at her hair in frustration: "Why is she pregnant.

Doesn’t she love Hunter Warren, why would she have Uncle Oliver’s child."

Victor knelt down, gently patting her back.

"Maybe the child isn’t Oliver Turner’s."

Clara held her head, shaking it painfully: "It is, it has to be.

I understand Uncle Oliver, if it wasn’t his child, he wouldn’t be this worried.

Didn’t you see, he even looked like he wanted to kill me.

Sobbing... why, why am I still a step too late.

It’s all your fault, Victor Jude, why did you tell me so late about this.

It’s all your fault I lost the chance to fairly compete with Faye.

I hate you, I hate you so much."

Seeing her like this, Victor Jude felt distressed and could only hug her tightly.

At first, she resisted, but in the end, overwhelmed by the pain inside, she could only lean on him and cry bitterly.

Oliver Turner drove hurriedly to the hospital, when he carried Faye from the backseat, the rear seat was already stained with a lot of blood.

He ran quickly to the VVIP ward, and when the gynecologist saw it was Oliver Turner, she hurried up to examine her.

Oliver Turner leaned against the wall outside the examination room, breathing heavily.

This child was Faye’s life, if the child was lost, he really didn’t know if Faye would go crazy.

He paced restlessly by the door, wanting several times to push the door open.

After the doctor came out, Oliver Turner immediately stopped her nervously: "How is she, how’s the child."

"Director Turner, the patient shows signs of threatened miscarriage, she must be hospitalized to ensure the baby’s safety."

"Alright, quickly arrange it for her."

Faye was then pushed out of the examination room.

Oliver Turner went into the ward with her, and after being settled in, Faye gratefully said: "Thank you so much for today, without you, I don’t know what would have happened to me and the child."

"There’s no need to thank me, if it wasn’t for Clara, you wouldn’t have suffered like this."

"Don’t say that, after all, her actions were also because of me.

Just now I was in so much pain I couldn’t remind you.

When you go back, please don’t mention it to her.

I don’t want the two of you to have any conflict because of me."

Oliver Turner smiled wryly: "You’re just trying your best to distance yourself from me, aren’t you."

Faye pursed her lips silently, though it wasn’t pleasant to hear, it was the truth.

"How are you feeling now, is your stomach still hurting?"

Faye shook her head: "Much better, don’t worry, you can go back."

"Go back? How will you do the check-ups alone?

"The tests I’ll be doing will be just as inconvenient with you around.

Clara just came back today, don’t leave her alone.

Besides, if there’s anyone in the room, I’ll have to find a topic to chat with you.

I prefer being alone, it’s more peaceful."

Oliver Turner chuckled, "No one’s forcing you to chat with me, just lie there and rest."

Faye watched him sit back two steps, feeling a bit troubled.

It’s really a headache, how to make him leave.

"I told Clara today.

I don’t love you, I won’t compete with her, so she can be at ease."

"You don’t need to love me, no one is asking you to do so.

But my feelings are none of your concern."

As he spoke, Oliver Turner suddenly shook his head and laughed.

Faye was curious, "What are you laughing about."

"Do you know what people outside say about you now?"

Faye calmly shook her head: "They can say whatever they want, I don’t care."

"They say you’re ruthless, dumped by your husband one moment, then jumped into my bed the next.

If they saw you this considerate and worried for others.

I guess no one would call you ruthless anymore."

Hearing Oliver Turner’s words, Faye also gave a knowing smile: "Actually, I’ve always wanted to be a ruthless woman.

Ruthless women don’t get hurt."

Oliver Turner looked at her with intensity: "If you’re willing to come to my side, I won’t let you get hurt."