Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 184 - - I’m willing to meet them

The old man, frustrated with Albert's self-destructive attitude and his lack of self-care, stepped forward and punched him in the chest, scolding him harshly:

"Reckless brat, it's a miracle you've got your life back, and you're still shameless enough to say you want to see her? Do you think she would want to see you?"

This is what happens when you bring it upon yourself. He had warned him four years ago, told him to cherish things, but Albert didn't listen. He was obsessed with his own hatred, and now, only after losing everything, he regrets it.

But it's too late! That young girl is living well in Australia, why should she come back to face a man who destroyed everything for her? Even though there were many things he didn't do, the misunderstandings had already been planted.

She came to Japan to treat him for a week, and everyone was happy for him, hoping to get them back together, to start fresh. But it turned out that everyone related to BlackRock refused to see him. At first, even Rannie refused to meet him.

She lived in an orphanage, always accompanied by bodyguards, and the orphanage was surrounded by people sent by Quinn. They couldn't even get close to her. The only people she saw were her old university friends—Bonnie, Vivian, and Nancy.

They tried to ask her friends to help pass on messages, but those were her closest allies, standing by her side. They hated him to the core, especially Bonnie.

Eventually, after Rannie persisted, she agreed to meet her, but when Rannie cautiously mentioned Albert, she just smiled silently, making the atmosphere awkward and preventing Rannie from continuing the conversation.

After being dismissed multiple times, Rannie didn't back down, but Geraint was furious. How could he allow anyone to treat his beloved wife like this, giving her the cold shoulder over and over again? He immediately refused to let her become a pawn in this situation.

The mistake was Albert's. If he wanted to get his wife back, he would have to wait until he woke up and go after her himself!

The old man's words instantly silenced Albert. A painful look flashed across his emaciated face. He knew better than anyone the hatred she felt for him, but so what? He still wanted to see her—he desperately wanted to see her, even if it was just for one glance.

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So, stubbornly, he continued shouting over and over again:

"I don't care! I want to see her! I want to see her right now! My injury's not healed yet; I want her to come and treat me!"

His unreasonable tantrum frustrated Klutz, who clenched his teeth and yelled at him:

"Please, understand! It's not that we don't want you to see her, it's that she doesn't want to see you! She finished treating you yesterday, then immediately got on a plane to Australia—she clearly doesn't want to see you!"

Seeing him lose all composure, Klutz felt it was necessary to knock some sense into him, to remind him of his true place in her heart. Just because he demanded to see her didn't mean she would obediently show up.

Carbles, with no fear, threw in a sarcastic remark:

"Maybe she doesn't treat lunatics!"

"Carbles—!"

Albert glared at the man who had spoken, his eyes burning with fury.

"Enough! Stop howling like a wolf! If you've got that much energy, why don't you focus on healing your injuries and go find her yourself? She's not our wife, so why are you shouting at us?"

Geraint, holding his beloved wife, frowned and scolded him, clearly displeased.

The three of them relentlessly bombarded him with words, and finally, Albert started to calm down. He lay there, staring at them with intense breathing from his chest, but he no longer displayed any uncontrollable behavior.

From behind the crowd, a delicate young woman in a white coat and mask stepped forward. Her demeanor was filled with indifference and reluctance.

"Albert, ‌‌Cynthia is busy with work. She said the Vice President's condition is no longer critical, and the remaining thing is just to recover properly. I'll be in charge of his aftercare from here on."

‌‌Cynthia had always been so merciful. This man had hurt her deeply in the past, yet she still reached out to save him. When everyone first heard the news, they wanted to set off fireworks to celebrate—she had finally come back.

Albert glanced at her. Even though she was covered so thoroughly, he could still tell it was Victoria, her former assistant. A sharp pain twisted in his chest, like someone had twisted and squeezed his heart. She really wouldn't even meet him.

Victoria looked at him with a blank expression.

"Albert, it's time to change the dressing."

"You reckless brat, you better take care of yourself. If you ever try to take your own life again, I'll make you regret it!"

The old man gave him a vicious warning before turning to leave with the others.

Victoria skillfully turned him over and began changing his bandages, but her face showed clear rejection and hatred. With some bitterness, Albert spoke:

"Victoria, tell me about... her."

Without a second thought, Victoria refused:

"Sorry, Vice President, ‌‌Cynthia doesn't keep in touch with us much, so I know nothing about her."

A few days later, Albert finally received a phone call. On the other end, he heard Victoria's voice, serious but with a trace of complex emotions.

"Albert, Cynthia is willing to meet you, but she has one condition," Victoria said.

"What condition?" Albert asked urgently, his heart pounding.

"She wants you to meet her family," Victoria paused, "She's no longer alone. She has a new life, new people in her life."

A tightness gripped Albert's heart as he understood her meaning. She was no longer the lonely woman he once knew, but someone with new support. In that moment, Albert felt a deep sense of loss, but he also knew this was the reality he had to face.

"I'm willing to meet them," Albert replied firmly.

The man nodded slightly, signaling Albert to come in. As Albert stepped inside, he noticed the warm and cozy décor of the room. On the walls were several family photos, some of which included Cynthia with a little girl.

He paused, his eyes misting over, a sharp pain in his chest.

"I know, you must all hate me," Albert said in a deep voice. "But please believe, I never meant to hurt her. I was just... too selfish, too fixated on past grudges that I ignored her feelings."

"I am willing to accept your judgment, and I only hope for a chance to make up for my mistakes."

At that moment, Cynthia walked out and stood at the entrance of the living room. She looked at Albert, her eyes showing neither surprise nor anger, but only calm and silent indifference.

Her presence made the atmosphere in the room heavy. Albert nervously pressed his lips together, almost unable to speak.

"Do you remember me?" Albert finally spoke, his voice low and a little hoarse.