A Vengeful Ex-Wife novel Chapter 420

James was shocked. He didn't understand why Maria thought that he was dying. He was obviously fine.

As if she had just realized something, Maria looked back at the man lying on the sickbed. He looked to be in his forties. She didn't know who he was.

"Mr. Xi, this is...?" asked the man standing opposite to James in confusion.

Casting a cold glance at the stunned woman, James replied, "This is my wife. I'm sorry, there must have been some misunderstanding. I'm going out for a while, please excuse me."

After saying that, he took Maria's hand and led her out of the ward.

While being dragged forward by James, Maria looked back at the other man and shot him an apologetic smile.

Standing outside the ward, both Gary and Summer had seen what had happened just now, and were trying their best to hold back their laughter.

After pulling Maria out of the ward, James stopped and looked at her with dissatisfaction. "Tell me, why did you think I was dying?"

"You're all right?" Maria asked, still confused about what was happening.

James cast her an impatient glare. "Should I prove that I'm all right by carrying you home and throwing you on the bed right now?"

Gary and Summer were both equally taken aback.

The smiles on their faces faded, and they exchanged awkward glances, feeling embarrassed.

Realizing that James really was fine, Maria felt partly relieved, but partly annoyed that she'd gotten worked up over nothing. Glancing at the two assistants, she asked, "Then why did Summer say that you were covered in blood? And Gary told me that you would die in a few days!"

Hearing this, the two assistants simultaneously widened their eyes in shock. Summer stepped forward and said, "Maria, all I said was that Mr. Xi had a nosebleed."

Gary also hastily added, "And I thought you were asking about our client. He's the one who doesn't have many days left to live."

Maria was stunned. What was going on? She couldn't accept that she was the one who had made a mountain out of a molehill, so she took out her phone and pulled up her chat history with Summer.

Sure enough, she hadn't exaggerated her words. "Summer, you really did say that," she said firmly.

Frowning, Summer took out her own phone and looked at her chat history with Maria.

To her surprise, she had indeed sent a message to Maria saying that James was covered with blood all over.

A wave of embarrassment flooded her.

Feeling at a loss as to whether to cry or to laugh, she apologized in a hurry. "I'm sorry, Maria. I was in such a rush that I typed the wrong words. What I wanted to say was that Mr. Xi had a nosebleed..." Perhaps she had been so absent-minded that she hadn't realized what she was typing.

Hearing her explanation, James kept silent.

"So, James just had a nosebleed?" Maria asked. How could there be such a coincidence? James had come to the hospital to visit a dying patient, and she had thought he was the one dying.

"Yes," Summer replied awkwardly. She had never expected that she would make such a ridiculous mistake.

Out of the four of them, James was the most distressed. "The point is, I'm fine. I'll live a few more decades at least," he said firmly.

When his eyes met Maria's, a smile crept up on his lips. "Since you were so worried about me just now, I won't get mad at you for saying that I was dying."

Maria couldn't believe that she had been put in such an awkward position. She glared at Summer and asked, "Summer, did you betray me? Did you send the wrong message on purpose?"

Summer shook her head like a rattle drum, feeling wronged. "Of course not! It was an honest mistake. I'm sorry, Maria. Please believe me. I would never betray you."

Taking the opportunity to hold Maria's hand, James told Summer, "Summer, as a punishment, you will be deprived of three months' bonus. I hope you won't make such a costly mistake again."

"Yes, Mr. Xi." Summer was a little upset, but at least James hadn't gone so far as to fire her.

Maria pulled her hand out of his big palm and pretended to be indifferent. "Well, I'm busy. I'm leaving now."

James grabbed her hand again and said seriously, "Well, don't worry. I'm in good health."

"When did I worry about you? Stop being so narcissistic!" Maria retorted.

With a faint smile, James tucked her stray hair behind her ear and said, "Okay, okay. You're not worried about me. Let's go back." He would bring up this topic again later in the evening when they got home.