The Return of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife by Zara Gibbon

Chapter 13

“Lilia has just woken up!”

“Okay, Mommy’s going to check on her first, alright?”

Joanna changed her clothes, washed her face and hands, disinfected herself, and then finally went to her daughter’s room.

“Lilia, Mommy’s home!”

“Mommy!”

Lilia Haynes was lying in bed, a big, bright smile on her skinny little face.

The little girl had been hurt by a congenital heart defect and hemolytic anemia ever since she was born. The hemamebas in her body were poorly hematopoietic. So she would need to be transplanted with new hematopoietic stem cells after some time.

For more than three years, poor Lilia had been lying in bed, unable even to stand up once. Her skin was covered with needle marks and scars.

The hospital bills and the cost of follow-up treatments were a heavy burden, and they also pushed Joanna to go forward.

Joanna’s biggest wish was that her daughter could recover one day, and she could see Lilia standing up.

“Lilia, does it still hurt?” Joanna was holding her daughter’s thin hand, and her heart was twitching with pain.

Whenever Joanna saw her daughter, she would have to try so hard to prevent the tears from welling up in her eyes.

Lilia shook her head slightly. “Not anymore.”

Joanna was chewing her upper lips to fight the great sadness inside. Her daughter had just had a major operation. The kid must pretend to be fine.

“Mommy, can I have some chocolates?” Lilia begged weakly.

The little girl’s mouth was filled with bitterness that was brought by the medicine during the operation. And she would like to eat something sweet.

you just had your pills. How about this? When you get better, Mommy will buy you

hearing this. She nodded obediently. “But is it okay if I

of course, you

of chocolate in her little

eat it, Mommy, not until I’m

Tears finally overcame her and rolled

her daughter was not lying to her because the little girl was simply too sick to eat

and hurried to stand up. “Miranda, please, take good care of Lilia!” With that, Joanna could not bear

“I’ll take care of

“I will. Thank you.”

of the daughter’s room, stood at the door, and took a

“What are you doing?”

“Huh? Nothing!”

the laptop at once when

it. However, Joanna had always been too occupied

for too

“Yes, Mummy!”

you smart pants, go wash your hands

The boys slipped down the chairs and snickered as they ran

surprise for that bad guy. I couldn’t

voice down. We don’t

How dare he bully Mommy? We’ll show him what we

put the kids back in their beds and read them bedtime stories until they were

her laptop at three o’clock in the morning, and

Chapter 13

this kind of lifestyle had made

Morning came soon.

Buzz, buzz, buzz…

get up,

are you calling