The Return Of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife (Joanna) novel Chapter 584

Chapter 584 

Bruce was furious when he saw the overwhelming news online. 

Although he did not search for Joanna with great fanfare, the media took a deep dive when it got wind of any information and subsequently made up all kinds of rumors. 

It resulted in endless headaches and worries for Bruce.” 

The incident of Princess Martha being kidnapped was still vivid in his mind. A lingering fear had haunted him since. 

Moreover, Joanna was being hunted down time and time again. Bruce was genuinely worried. 

On the third day since Joanna’s disappearance, there were still no signs of her whereabouts. 

Bruce’s initial anger turned into worry and frustration. Joanna’s unwillingness to bear his child made him even more desperate. 

Joanna had secretly gone to Porash for an abortion when pregnant before, Bruce suspected her sudden disappearance to abort the child deliberately was to take revenge on him. 

Bruce became restless at the thought of this. 

He had been on the edge since: his heart felt like being torn apart and gave him spasms because of the unbearable pain. 

“Darcy, any luck today?” 

Darcy said solemnly. Not yet, Mr. Everett; the media has already leaked the current status. I think it’s better to call the police!” 

Bruce closed his eyes upon hearing this; he felt like a walking dead. 

He had not slept for three days and was utterly exhausted. 

He only hoped Joanna was safe and sound! 

“Where the hell are you, Joanna?” he growled. 

“You’re so ruthless, even more so than me!” Bruce propped his forehead with his hand. 

Her heart throbbed in pain, and a faint taste of blood was in his throat. 

He had not eaten much the last three days. 

People with stomach problems could not go on an empty stomach for long. The corrosion caused by stomach acid made his stomach ulcer relapse again. 

“Mr. Everett, you look terrible. Do you want to take a break?” Darcy said with concern. 

Bruce shook his head sadly and swallowed a mouthful of saliva to ease the pain in his stomach. 

“Darcy, inform the major media I want to hold a press conference immediately.” 

“All right; right away, sir!” Darcy replied and quickly left the room. 

Meanwhile, in the suburbs. 

Joanna returned to the small clinic to get the medicine at the agreed time. 

“Doctor, is the medicine ready?” she asked. 

The doctor nodded repeatedly. “Yes, yes, it’s ready for collection.” 

“I concocted some medicine that’s less harmful to the body and has milder medicinal effects.” 

The doctor was alone in the small clinic; there were no nurses. He handed the medication to Joanna. 

Joanna looked and saw a dozen or so black-brown medicinal bags in the plastic carrier. “How do I take it?” 

“It is traditional medicine ready for consumption. Take a packet every morning, noon, and night for three consecutive days. 

The fetus will turn into blood and discharge through your vagina, the doctor instructed carefully. 

Joanna’s brows knotted, and she vaguely felt her abdomen twitch as if the fetus inside her sensed danger and protested silently. 

“Okay, how much is it?”. 

400 dollars!” 

Joanna frowned again. Then she took out 400 dollars from her wallet. 

The fee was indeed a little expensive. 

A reputable hospital would have cost less than 800 dollars for an induced abortion. 

However, she could not be bothered to bargain. She could well afford the abortion medicine. 

“Warm it up beforehand,” the doctor advised. 

“All right, thank you.” Joanna left with the medicine. 

Joanna returned to the homestay after that. 

She took out one medicinal bag and put away the rest of the medicine. 

It was a suburban homestay, a small hotel run by local residents. 

It was very hidden and basic. 

The surrounding was nothing out of the ordinary. People stay here were poor, primarily foreign workers. 

Although Joanna could well afford to stay in a better hotel, it would require an identity registration. On the other hand, no identity card was required at the homestay. 

“Bear with it, baby. Soon it will all be over,” she said quietly. 

The room was basic, and there were no pots and pans.