Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 123 Sickness

It was a pity that they met Calvin in the back garden of Ink Garden, and Belle would always remember

that Calvin was furious, his handsome face twisted, looking so horrible and gloomy, his gaze towards

her was not half warm but immense hatred towards her and her father.

Belle had met him before in the school, but at that time he only had a cold expression on his face,

never looking at her directly, and even whenever she was around, he would instantly walk away.

But that day, he was so terrible, and the hate in his eyes was so strong.

At that time she was scared and went home and talked to her father about breaking off the marriage.

But her father was determined to carry it out this time, despite her objections.

After all these years, she hadn't figured out why her father had agreed.

There was a time later when she thought that her father had sold herself to the Harvey family for a high

official position, and that if she had been more persistent then, even to the point of death, perhaps

none of these would have happened.

It's just that at the time she was really in love with Calvin and didn't have a hard heart, and also thought

that feelings could all be nurtured after marriage.

"It's clear, what more proof do you want? The car that killed your father was the one in Harvey Corp.

Who else would have the right to drive that car except Calvin?" Martin's words stunned Belle.

Belle's headache was splitting and her face was pale as stood up, memory slowly came to his min.

Calvin tormented her, left for Lexie when she got drugged, could not see Lexie’s bad intention. Isn't that

enough to say anything?!

He had never said he loved her, nor could he ever love her, so what was her relationship with Calvin

like now? Even she couldn't tell, but it was clear that from the beginning, it was a deal between them.

And she is still holding onto her illusions about him.

Not knowing how she got out of the teahouse, she walked down the main street like a wandering

corpse, the vapid light stretching her figure long and wobbly.

The wind picked up and soon it was drizzly and cold.

"Look, it's snowing." A man in the crowd shouted out, and immediately there were excited shouts from

the crowd, "It's snowing."

There was a buzz of noise interspersed with cheers.

The north wind, mixed with snow seeds, hit Belle's body, and she walked on unresponsive and

wooden.

It was late at night when she returned to Harvey Mansion. She walked into the Fragrance Garden, lost

in thought. The living room was dark and the workers had gone to bed, she opened the door gently and

went straight upstairs.

She just changed her clothes, ignoring the wet hair on her head, and fell to sleep.

As if she was seriously ill, she lay there in a daze, and slept until early the next morning.

When she woke up in the morning the snow had stopped falling and surprisingly the rare sun came out

again.

Even the weather is getting weirder every year.

Belle felt cold.

She put on a down coat but still felt cold, while her head seemed to hurt more and her mouth was dry

and tasteless.

She knew it must be from the cold wind and wetting her hair last night, probably she got a cold!

It was hard to get the car into the basement of the International Triumphal Court, and it was a heavy

headache all the way.

"Miss Morris, Andrew asks for instructions: when will the technicians who will be sent to study at

overseas companies leave today and who will lead them?" asked Zara, the secretary, politely greeting

Belle.

Only then did Belle remember what she had promised Andrew yesterday, that she would bring

technicians to America today. She touched her forehead and immediately asked, "How many

technicians did Andrew pick?"

"There are fifteen of them." Zara said immediately after opening the information packet and checking it

out.

"Okay, tell them to wait for me at the airport." Without thinking, she said, "Book seventeen tickets to Los

Angeles immediately, and tell Monica to come with me."

This matter cannot be delayed, it must be resolved as soon as possible, and she must also personally

go over and invite a professional technical master to come back to Castle Peak Auto City in A City. Her

hard work for so many days cannot be messed up by Castle Peak Auto City, she has to be responsible

for her design and also for Harvey Corp.

"Okay, Miss Morris." Zara went to book a flight. When Belle returned to the office, there were some

more things coming in one after another for instructions. Thinking that she would be out for several

days, she braced herself to arrange work for the next few days.

The morning passed quickly.

Feeling even more headache at noon, she didn't want to eat at all, stood up and routinely went to visit

her mother and Hudson in the hospital.

"Hudson, I'm going to America tomorrow, in order to solve the technical production problems of luxury

cars, I may have to be there for several days, I won't be able to come over to see you. Get well as soon

as possible. Believe me, I'm doing all this for the good of Harvey Corp, I will definitely develop Harvey

Corp's luxury cars, consider it as my blasphemy for you." She explained in a whisper, giving him a

gentle massage.

Hudson's face was bloodless and his body was motionless, not getting better after so many years, and

as he was getting older, it was hard for him to get better.

Belle walked out in a depressed mood, really feeling a headache and a sore throat, so she came to the

hospital to buy some cold medicine and take it.

The fact is that her body has not yet been toned up since the last time she received that cut, and with

the recent period of strain and the wind chill last night and getting caught in the rain, she felt

uncomfortable.

After taking cold medicine, it seems to be much better.

"Miss Morris, the tickets are booked for 6 o'clock in the evening, a total of 17 tickets, and they are

already in hand." When Belle returned to her office, Zara instantly came up to report.

Belle nodded, "Tell Monica to come see me."

"Okay." The secretary picked up the phone.

Belle walked back to her office, poured a glass of water, stroked her temples, took the water and

gradually felt much more comfortable.

"Miss Morris." Not long afterwards Monica walked in and asked in a soft voice. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"Right, sit down." Belle raised her head, smiled slightly, "This evening I'm going to take the car

technicians from Castle Peak Auto City to an overseas company in America to study, and I'm also

going to invite a technician back to guide the production of luxury cars, so you go with me. We'll leave

at five o'clock, any questions?"

"No." Monica was full of smiles, being promoted by Belle as the manager of the design department, she

had always been very grateful. She was an automotive graduate, but her knowledge was not as

comprehensive as Belle's, so she had always wanted to find an opportunity to learn something more,

moreover, she admired Belle's car design. Through so many days of understanding, she had deep

respect for Belle's character and working ability.

Now that there is such a good opportunity for her to learn and gain some insight, she is naturally happy.

She was full of gratitude.

"Good, you go ahead and get ready." Belle's head was dizzy and she waved her hand at her, "Just

study hard."

"Okay." Monica stood up, however, she looked at Belle suspiciously and asked worriedly, "Miss Morris,

are you not feeling well? Should I take you to the hospital first?"

Monica is a bit worried, after all, Belle and Mr. Harvey's relationship is not ordinary. She heard that they

even live in Harvey Mansion, and Mr. Harvey has left everything to her, she must be tired.

"I caught a cold last night, just a minor illness." Belle said.

"Miss Morris, I will ask Mr. Harvey to send someone else to America, it's not too late for you to go after

you've recovered." Monica was really worried, in case Mr. Harvey blame her, she couldn't afford it, after

all, she was about to fly to America.

"No need." Belle immediately shook her head, now Calvin's name was a thorn in her heart, just the

slightest mention of it would make her nervous.

She didn't want Calvin to know about this little illness, she knew exactly where she stood in his mind,

she wasn't Lexie and she wasn't that delicate.

"Then you sleep first, I'll go out first and call you later." Monica only had to remind in a soft voice and

retreated with concern.

She couldn't figure out Calvin's relationship with her. It seemed that Mr. Harvey didn't care about her,

but he had given her all the company's affairs, and when she was injured and hospitalized that time,

Mr. Harvey was so anxious.

When Monica left, Belle lay down on her bed and fell asleep. In the midst of her drowsiness, she heard

anxious shouts ringing outside the door, one louder than the other, so she got up, only to find it was

after five o'clock.

Oh no, she had to catch the plane.

She scrambled to her feet, but she was so dizzy that she almost fell.

"Miss Morris, Miss Morris." Monica and Zara's voices sounded anxiously outside from time to time, and

she agreed to open the door.

"Miss Morris, are you alright? We've been calling you for over twenty minutes." Monica spoke sharply,

staring uneasily at Belle.

"Sorry, I took some cold medicine and overslept." Belle smiled apologetically and scrambled to pack up

her things, "Quick, we won't be able to catch the plane later, ask the driver to wait downstairs."

"Miss Morris, are you really alright?" Monica asked worriedly once again. Belle's face was really pale,

Monica was really worried if she could hold up. Although work was important, her health was more

important.

"I am okay, let's go." Belle casually gathered up some things and hurried downstairs with Monica.

Fortunately, there was not much traffic jam and the car arrived at the airport in no time. The fifteen

people were all in the terminal building worrying about whether they would make it to the plane, but

when they saw Belle coming, they all sighed with relief and politely called out "Miss Morris" and

boarded the plane.