Hunting for His EX-Wife

8 PM. The study of the Harrison Villa.

Stefan received Solomon’s call on time to hear his summary of Martha’s day.

When he heard Rhys had visited her, he became sullen and ended the call.

‘What does Rhys want again? Be against me?’

Suddenly, Stefan’s phone vibrated in his hand.

He tapped to read the messages from Hollie

“I saw the news about the fire at the art exhibition center. Are you OK?”

“Has Martha also got injured?”

Stefan narrowed his gaze and put his phone away, ignoring her messages, still thinking about Rhys.

‘What’s that man’s purpose to approach Martha?’

Suddenly, his phone in his hand vibrated again, interrupting his thoughts.

He swiped to answer, “What’s the matter?”

“I sent you a few messages just now. Did you read them?” Hollie asked anxiously.

Stefan frowned.

“I was busy.”

“Sorry for interrupting you… I want to check if you are all right.” Hollie softened her tone.

Stefan subconsciously checked on the bandage on his arm and answered in a deep voice, “I’m fine.”

His steely, aloof response made Hollie press her lips together.

She could tell Stefan didn’t treat her as well as before. Most of the time, he ignored her.

Hollie wondered if he was attracted to Martha after she came back.

Frowning, she pinched her phone tightly, her eyes glittering with jealousy and hatred.

However, she added extremely gently, “Stefan, JOIN will hold a concert tonight. You promised to go with me.”

However, she didn’t receive the answer she expected but two-minute silence.

Hollie’s eyes darkened. She parted her red lips and broke the silence.

“I know you are too busy.”

After a pause, she lowered her voice, looking a bit aggrieved, and said, “Stefan, do you still remember your promise to me back then?”

“Yes, I do,” he answered in a mellow voice, making Hollie curl her lips into a smile.

“Good. OK. I won’t hold you up too long.”

…

Meanwhile, in the study of the Harrison Villa, Stefan stared at his phone. His promise to Hollie appeared in his mind.

“Hollie, don’t worry. I’ll marry you for sure.”

These words were the promise he made to Hollie, who was lying next to him shyly, on that early morning many years ago.

However, he failed to keep his word.

Closing his eyes, Stefan leaned against the chair and rubbed his temples in tiredness.

Five years ago, when Martha was said to be dead, he could have married Hollie.

Her death had meant there was no longer any obstacle between him and Hollie.

However, somehow, he felt an emptiness in his heart, which could never be filled.

…

Doyle Villa.

Hollie hung up the phone with satisfaction and a smug smile on her lips.

As long as Stefan hadn’t forgotten the matter in the past, she would be the only woman he would marry.

It was said Martha was still in the hospital after the fire, so Hollie decided to check on her the following day.

Soon, she heard footsteps at the door. Libby swung into her bedroom.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

“How’s Stefan treating you now?” Libby asked.

“Same as usual.”

Hollie picked up her cup and sipped coffee.

She added steely, “If I hadn’t reminded him about his promise back then, he probably wouldn’t even want to talk to me.”

“Men are born to be like that. We should be sensible without annoying them,” Libby consoled her to calm her down.

She had experienced many love relationships, so she thought she knew men well.

However, Hollie couldn’t understand it. Frowning, she said in irritation, “If I don’t cling to him or remind him often, Martha will steal him away sooner or later.”

“Martha couldn’t win against you four years ago. Think she can make it four years later?”

Libby patted her hand and added in disdain, “As long as Stefan cares about you, she won’t win his heart. Or we can get rid of her by using the same method back then.”

Her words sent Hollie into relief, ruthlessness flashing through her eyes.

Libby’s words made sense. As long as Stefan didn’t love Martha, Hollie didn’t mind sending her to Hell again.

Four years ago, Martha didn’t die when donating her bone marrow.

Now, Hollie wouldn’t give her any chance to turn the table. She would make Martha disappear from Stefan’s world utterly.

…

The night passed fast. Soon, the new day came.

Martha couldn’t bear staying in the hospital after a few days, so she insisted on asking Jane to help her check out.

Solomon watched Jane walk from the ward to the checkout counter.

He flinched into a corner. While watching Jane, he called Stefan.

“Mr. Harrison, Miss Doyle asked her assistant to check her out. She will leave the hospital soon. Shall I stop her?”

“No. I’ll be there.”

Solomon breathed a sigh of relief.

If Stefan asked him to stop them, he wouldn’t know how.

After all, Mr. Harrison seemed not to be as heartless to Miss Doyle as four years ago.

…

Outside Martha’s ward door, Hollie stood while holding some tonics.

‘Martha, you couldn’t defeat me four years ago, nor can you now. I won’t give you any chance to bounce back.’

With a triumphant smile, she pushed the ward door open.

Martha was sitting on the bed with her back to the door, straightening up her clothes.

“Doing up the discharge papers so quickly, Jane? You are efficient,” Martha praised as she thought it was Jane.

However, she didn’t hear the response and looked back, only to see Hollie.

Her smile faded off gradually. Gazing at Hollie, she asked with unconcealed unhappiness, “Why are you here?”