Hunting for His EX-Wife

“Martha…” Kamden was about to say something, but Rhys shook his head. He didn’t want to hear anything about Martha. They were never meant to be, so what was the point of knowing too much?

“My mom is still upstairs. I’m going up now. You should focus on your work and not get any complaints; otherwise, you’ll have no choice but to go back home and inherit the family business.” Rhys stood up and looked at Kamden’s white coat before making a joke.

“Pfft! And here I thought I just helped you come up with an idea!” Kamden scoffed in frustration.

When he had a falling out with his parents, he vowed that he would make a name for himself in the field of psychology and become a famous doctor; otherwise, he wouldn’t go back home.

Because of this promise, he became one of the busiest doctors at the hospital. If there were any complaints against him now after all this hard work, it would be devastating.

Rhys went upstairs briefly to check on Mrs. Williams before leaving with Jenna.

On their way back to the office building, Rhys remained silent until they entered their workspace.

“In front of my mom next time, let’s pretend we’re together,” Rhys said bluntly while looking annoyed.

“But how long are you going to keep avoiding everything?” Jenna frowned as she could tell that Rhys was still running away instead of finding solutions.

“What am I supposed do then?” Rhys turned around impatiently. “You want me to help your gambler father repay his debts by becoming my real wife? No way.”

After hearing those words from him, Jenna couldn’t respond right away; tears streamed down her face without realizing it.

Rhys realized that what he said hurt her deeply so he wanted to apologize immediately but Jenna wiped away her tears first.

She spoke slowly and seriously, “Don’t worry about it; I will pay off my father’s debt myself without involving anyone else from the Williams family.”

She never intended on using them for money, even though she was poor herself.

Rhys looked at her, momentarily stunned. She was really special, but he never paid attention to what others said, but what they did.

“I’ll be watching,” he said before turning and leaving. He was curious about how Jenna would collect 500 thousand dollars she needed.

For him, that kind of money was nothing more than a drop in the bucket. But for Jenna, it could take years to earn!

…

Titus Stout had always been addicted to gambling. Since his daughter married into a wealthy family and sold for five million dollars, he had been happy every day going out to gamble. Soon enough though, he lost all his money and ended up owing a lot of debt.

Creditors came knocking on his door every day demanding payment or beating him if they couldn’t get it from him otherwise. Titus couldn’t handle it anymore so he went directly to the Williams Group looking for Jenna.

“Do you have an appointment?” asked the receptionist politely.

“What appointment? I’m here to see my own daughter! Why do I need an appointment?” Titus slammed his hand on the desk angrily while puffing out his chest, “If you don’t hurry up and call my daughter down here right now, then I’ll smash this place!”

“Sir please calm down,” replied the receptionist with disgust written all over her face. “This is our company lobby where people come and go.”

What kind of thug comes into our company?

“So what if people come and go? I want them all to see that I am your CEO’s father-in-law! What’s wrong with smashing things?” thought Titus proudly as he remembered that the Williams family was rich beyond belief.

He figured if he gambled away hundreds or thousands of millions, then surely his son-in-law would help handle them when things got tough.

The receptionist had no choice but to call the CEO’s office.

“I’ll go down there myself right now so let him leave without causing any more trouble!” Jenna hadn’t expected her father’s visit today so she rushed out as soon as possible hoping that everything would be alright once she got there.

“Dad! This is Williams Group! Please stop making trouble!”

“What’s wrong with me?” replied Titus nonchalantly even scolded her. “Jenna… you married such a

Rich man that you should ask him for more money. Don’t be stupid. You should have control over your husband.”

His voice was loud, and everyone around could hear him clearly, casting curious glances their way.

“Is this family crazy? Mr. Williams is not someone to mess with!”

But how did Mr. Williams end up with a father-in-law like this?

“Dad, please, just leave now. I’ll help you pay back 500 thousand and leave me alone,” Jenna couldn’t even look up.

She knew how others would see her now; her father had destroyed any remaining dignity she had left.

“It’s 5 million now. Your husband is rich anyway; didn’t give you 5 million last time? Ask him for more.” Titus was indifferent as he spoke.

“Dad! Are you out of your mind? Even if you gamble, you can’t bet that much!” Jenna was shocked.

The original amount of 500 thousand took her years of scrimping and saving to come up with, but there was no way she could get five million even if she stole or robbed someone!

Titus glared at her. “I’m your father after all. You married Rhys so half of the Williams family belongs to you too. What’s wrong with spending some money?”

Before he could finish his sentence, Rhys’ voice interrupted. “Who said that?”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

He walked over quickly and stood in front of them both looking at Titus with disgust; having such a father-in-law was truly shameful for him.

Rhys spoke slowly but firmly, “The Williams family’s money cannot be given to you – not even five cents.”

Titus’ face turned pale instantly as he looked at his son-in-law trying to please him, “Rhys, is it because Jenna doesn’t listen to you usually? I’ll teach her later on… as a woman who has married into another family should obey whatever the man says without forgetting their duty as women…”

He kept talking non-stop without noticing Jenna wiping away tears beside him – all he could think about right now were debts and money. If he couldn’t come up with five million soon enough, then those creditors might actually chop off his fingers – how would he gamble then?