Second Marriage to Mr. Rich (Ned Fletcher)

Chapter 138

Sean's gaze was narrow and deep. He showed no emotion.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Not at all. Regardless of your willingness to cooperate with me, I won't reveal this matter to anyone. You can trust me on this," Monica assured. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

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Meanwhile, Ned was clad in a sterile suit. He held Ingrid's hand tightly.

His red eyes were filled with emotion, conveying his pain as he whispered, "The children are gone! Ingrid, please wake up. I made just one mistake. Don't torture me like this! Once you wake up, we'll get married right away. I've remembered some things, but... it's always been you I love the most! Please..."

Ingrid's fingers twitched slightly.

Ned abruptly stood up and called, "Ingrid! Ingrid!"

Her eyelashes fluttered. Ingrid slowly opened her eyes after a long while. She murmured something, but the oxygen mask muffled her words.

Ned let go of Ingrid's hand.

He turned and shouted, "Doctor! Doctor! She's awake!"

Ingrid struggled to grasp Ned's hand from the hospital bed.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she said, "Ned... Don't leave me!"

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Four years later, a large crowd of Ingrid's fans had gathered at the airport's arrival waiting area. They were eager to welcome her.

"Catastrophe Three" had taken three years of preparation and filming after Ingrid's recovery from a car accident. Released at the end of last year, it grossed 2.5 billion dollars. Ingrid had become an international star, attracting countless fans and endless brand endorsements.

There were posters of Ingrid everywhere in the airport.

Ned leaned against the railing and watched Ingrid's excited fans crane their necks to see inside. He turned away in irritation and texted Ingrid.

"I'm waiting in the underground parking lot to avoid the paparazzi."

After sending the message, Ned locked his phone and walked away.

He hadn't gone far when a woman with waist-length wavy hair wearing a black sports jacket, leggings, and sneakers caught his attention.

She was slender and tall. She was pulling a suitcase with one hand while holding a child about three or four years old dressed in an outfit matching hers with her other hand.

The child was resting on the woman's shoulder, wearing a mask. The woman held her tiny body straight. Her big, grape-like eyes looked around, seemingly searching for someone.

Angeline was tall and slender at five feet. Her fair skin made her stand out even when dressed in all-black. Only her strikingly clear eyes were visible while she wore a mask, inviting more curiosity about her beauty.

After ending the call, Angeline put her phone back in her pocket. She fixed the hoodie on the child's head and continued pulling the suitcase. Her steps were steady and swift.

The child craned her neck to keep the hoodie from blocking her view. She turned her head around.

"Wow, a single hot mom? That's so cool… What's more impressive is she is so slim yet manages to carry her child and pull a large suitcase!"