His Wife Calls The Shots Chapter 1532: Exposure1

Chapter 1532

At that mont, Chloe Collins saw a small black spider crawling out from the back of her neck, falling to the ground, attempting to crawl into a pile of leaves.

Rage burned in her eyes, and that spider was instantly shattered by an invisible force.

As the old master had said, Wanda Wesley had indeed been bewitched!

...

The nightly news in Orlando unexpectedly interrupted with a breaking news.

The host: "Breaking news, a flying person was suddenly spotted above the Bridge of Soaring Clouds tonight. The specific reason is still being investigated. We will continue to follow this news."

In the picture, two figures leaping above the bridge appeared. One was as fast as lightning, flashing past in an instant, and the other gracefully swift like the wind, rapidly flying over the bridge as if hanged with an aura of majesty.

Below, a car was in hot pursuit.

The cara failed to capture the faces of the mysterious people, adding a sense of eeriness to the event.

Those who tried to follow and take photos were quickly left behind, the two figures were long gone.

Alexander Foster shook off those people and drove swiftly towards the hospital.

Chloe Collins was faster than his car and by the ti he was halfway there, Robert Foster was already on the operating table.

After three hours of hard rescue efforts, Robert Foster’s life was saved without much danger, but his body was still very weak and he remained unconscious from his severe injuries.

In the hospital ward, Alexander Foster was comforting his parents.

anwhile, Wanda Wesley was crouched in front of the ward door, weeping quietly, with Chloe Collins accompanying her.

Chloe Collins hugged her, comforting her, "Don’t worry, he won’t bla you. He will be very happy that you have co around. He wouldn’t want to leave this world, so you have to live well. Wait for him to wake up, okay?"

She was worried that Wanda Wesley, overwheld with guilt, might do sothing stupid.

When they were in the forest earlier, seeing Robert Foster in a critical condition, Wanda Wesley had shown signs of wanting to take her own life.

Wanda Wesley sobbed persistently: "It’s all my fault... all my doing... I’m too weak... it’s all my fault..."

"Listen to , he’s not going to bla you, okay?" She held Wanda Wesley’s face with both hands, wiping away her tears, gazing earnestly at Wanda Wesley.

She hoped that she could get through to her.

She knew Wanda Wesley was emotionally chaotic, the heart-wrenching feeling, she could empathize.

However, no amount of pain could help the situation.

"The doctor just said, there’s no danger to his life anymore, you heard it too, didn’t you?" Her voice and tone were gentle, like that of a reassuring older sister.

Layla Lowell, who had hurriedly arrived, suddenly burst into tears at the sight. Unable to utter a word, she simply hugged Wanda Wesley to comfort her.

The night passed.

The next day, at nine o’clock in the morning, an excited shout spreading Robert Foster’s na ca from the ward.

Wanda Wesley slowly looked up, wanting to go in but was too afraid.

Chloe Collins opened the door for her and said softly, "Cain wants to see you."

Behind her, it seed that Evelyn Thompson, whose eyes had beco swollen from crying.

As a mother, she had fainted twice the night before, and was now haggard.

Upon seeing her, Wanda Wesley subconsciously looked away. Though her tears had dried up, the guilt in her heart only grew heavier.

"I’m sorry, Aunt Evelyn, it was who hard... him." She choked.

As her knees buckled, she knelt in front of Evelyn Thompson.

Evelyn Thompson gradually bent down, her hand gently stroking Wanda Wesley’s face: "They’ve already told . It wasn’t your fault, there’s no need to bla yourself. Aunt Evelyn can tell."

"The person Cain wants to see the most right now is you. Go in, when he sees you, he’ll recover faster."

Weeping, Wanda Wesley nodded and carefully walked in.